Easter Sunday observance

Observance: when your nightshade, growing out, felt and found me, became your garland of compassion, queen,

Your souls crown, I thought you phantasm! Last winter I watched you, looking terrified at my dreaming within,

Yet know, the flowers from your soul, grow life into my own, g. What seemed phantasm but passes into your crown,

The world awakes in morning, life in your love bears me to life’s waking. This whole time, my hearts beats your own,

Into life, dream’s observed your compassion, true flower in earths soil, you hold me, your baby born into the world