Be kind… It feels good

The license plate ahead of me
suggests on Easter morning,
having just come from

a labyrinth walk at church
where, as I circled the perimeter,
holding space for the walkers,

I could not keep from smiling,
watching the faces of pilgrims lighten
in the light of a new morning,

even as they carried their cares
and sorrows and joys with them
along the path. As we all do.

The little license plate reminder
embodies the generosity of spirit
infusing this day of rebirth and hope,

walking under the reassuring rustle
of new leaves whispering in their own
language what sounds like peace.