April

It is April, and snow is falling.

I dare to wonder.

Is God weeping or is He asking us to chill out?

I think maybe both questions could be answered in the affirmative.

The Market is descending like a punctured balloon.

The cries of “I told you so” are rampant.

Our new leader is playing golf.

The White Lotus hit a new low of human behavior.

And

We try to recall if or when we ever had measles (just in the event of an epidemic) and

We postpone buying gifts of chocolate Easter eggs.

Then

We attempt to relinquish all the tensions and anxieties of the current landscape of life

as we remember

Easter is coming,

And find a message in April snow.