10 May

Dear Friends,

I love the stories that emerge from our congregation and want to share them more widely. So, instead of our weekly minister’s letter, you’ll find a poem by Wendie Shaffer titled Mayday Resurrections. Going forward, we’ll feature biweekly contributions from members—art, photos, writing, poetry. Our creativity thrives in community. If you have something on your heart, please send it my way.

All the best, Marius

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Mayday resurrections

the air is crisp and cool

across the river, the low line of houses sleeps

soft wind ruffles the water

lifts small peaky triangles

it is still dark.

Then the first bird-notes trill into the silence

sharp, clear, a joy to the ear.

Light streaks through from the east

spreads over field and roof,

colours grow clear

and tiny creatures crawl up leaves

searching for sunlight

the air is growing warm;

we go on hoping…

(Wendie Shaffer, 5/2025)