The Amaryllis
To adapt Nikos Kazantzakis’ words
‘I said to the Amaryllis-
Speak to me of the Resurrection,
And the Amaryllis blossomed...’
Our
green-fingered Sr. Monica had nearly given up on her Amaryllis plants. They were covered and badly infected with
white fly, shiny and sticky ... as good as dead. She radically cut them back to the base...
Lo
and behold, from the bed of new healthy leaves 4 strong stalks emerged, one
after the other: 2 magnificent tall white ones and then up surged a glorious
rich crimson one with another to follow...
They
bloomed just in time for Easter and seem to ring out:
CHRIST IS RISEN ALLELUIA!!
I
find myself going back to them again and again as they adorn our cloister
corridor.
Breath-taking Stunning Awesome... A parable of the Resurrection
Life
out of death; evoking something of the
surprize and wonder of the Easter Gospels..
At
this time all of Creation seems to have been caught up in the joy and radiance
of the Resurrection, welcoming the Lord of Life...
THE LIVING ONE
...
and even now sharing in a foretaste of the power and beauty of the
Resurrection- a tiny glimpse of the transfiguration that awaits each one of us too
when he will ‘Easter in us’ and the seeds of glory sown in the depths of our lowliness will burst
forth and flower
...like the Amaryllis... when we see his Face....
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