He is risen. Sing, there is more. Here is a conversation on the lilies, comments by a Chinese poet on a workshop site: Peter, The lilies! I can not fathom what they meant to you, but together with blood and body, they seem to be mean something. Thanks for your poem. Fei Sharing The Year Long Vigil, Awake--Easter The empty tomb, surprised Mary, who, greeted by an angel of illumined white light, looked for Him. Desperate, love, where have you taken Him? The gardener is asked; I wonder is the gardener He. I have met women, who, today, wait and go to visit the tomb discovering He is risen. These women meet Easter, glory, third day joy of happiness. Theirs is vigil, awake. We share this mystery--love. Awe. Apartment On The Third Floor Hot, heat, hot they tell me. The man who lived here before says hawks live in the trees. Friends. This apartment, top, third floor one among hawks who build nests, has sun. (CAPTION) “Painting has always been associated with the life of the Church. From the time of the Catacombs it has been used in ecclesiastical ornamentation, and for centuries after Constantine, religious art was the only form of living art in the Christian world.” Catholic Encyclopedia. Photo: Anonymous