There was a time (I was younger then)
when I held forth on the theme
that spring-time and Christ's
resurrection were coupled only
by happenstance, by co-in-CI-dence.
(There is, after all, a southern
hemisphere to reckon with).
There was, I firmly believed, a need
for sound theology to trump
Easter accretions: lilies,
bunnies, painted eggs, et al.
I do not recall that I ranted
-- not my style, really --
and I doubt if anyone paid
much attention anyway, especially
that Easter when Vince Myers
found a nest of baby rabbits
hiding in the church lawn.
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