Robb just tagged me in a conversation about David Cameron’s recent Easter message in Premier’s Christianity magazine, with links to some further discussion of the article – along with a pointed mention of the word ‘nice’.
Which opened the vein that usually channels my inner Steve Turner:
Easter is a blessed relief,
a shot in the arm,
a dose of salts.
New life, early in the morning.
In these ways,
it is like a liturgical shot of espresso
after 40 days of instant decaf.
Maybe cause for celebration
– once things have settled down
and the strangeness is beginning to become the new normal.
But nothing without nails
It’s just another way of getting out of bed.