Even So …#7
Day ? of the plague.
It’s Easter, even so.
The Child of Light returns, in spite of everything.
At the end of my street, a lone woman rings a big brass bell at the end of her driveway, to mark the moment, not forgetting, even so.
The symbol of the promise that we will die and be born again, as each of us will, in every life, time and time again, returns with the morning, in spite of everything.
The days may still be dark, but we are reminded that light is still shining, everywhere, on everything and everyone, always, even so.
That’s a lovely painting!
It is, isn’t it?