Tracy Lee Karner

Easter Morning

I’ve been told that repeating the same ritual twice makes it a tradition. Today we visited Conimicut Point in Rhode Island, making it our new tradition to spend Easter listening to the crash of waves. Here’s the poem I wrote when we spent Easter morning in Rockport, Massachusetts.
Toward Daylight
We face the sun
we cannot see
because nothing
we have done
can stop the dawn
from arriving.
Morning comes in
the thin film between
ocean and heaven
where everything
is water, every-
thing is radiant.
Here in the rapture
of making room
for a new day
there is no place
for self-importance
and yet light advances
as if we, from shore,
had summoned all this
oscillating luminosity.
The wind wakes us,
waves brawl with stones
and gulls announce
the shattering
of shackles while we
stand here on a ledge
of rock at the end
of earth in the midst
of the tumult

and all around us
the bellowing surge
is fracturing brine into
the spectrum of our yearning.

*** Tracy Lee Karner ***

May you find the peace of forgiveness; the health of renewal; the joy of fulfilled desires; all the happiness that spring’s rebirth represents.  
How are you celebrating?

3 thoughts on “Easter Morning”

  1. This is one of my favorite paintings, Trace. It reminds me of the view down a side street on Mackinac Island, and though I know it isn’t the same view it still brings happy memories. Your poem is lovely…especially the conclusion, “the spectrum of our yearning.”

    1. The painting is even nicer in its original– it’s large, 36″ x 36,” and is hanging in our living room.
      I’ve always wanted to visit Mackinac Island–I love islands. This summer I’m planning on finally getting out to Block Island, maybe Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard (haven’t seen them yet, either). My favorite vacation of my life was on the island of Elba. When were you on Mackinack?

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