fiddleheads ovenbird They reach through the heat of the warming earth. Furled fists rising victorious from the grave. So many tiny miracles. I tell my daughter the Christian story of Easter, how some people believe that god sent his son as a human sacrifice so that we might enter the kingdom of heaven. She thought it was both unnecessary and cruel, all that suffering and the crown of thorns and holes forever in his hands and feet. Perhaps if we all paid more attention we could unlock heaven with the keys already available to us. Roll away winter’s stone and you will find the tomb empty, and the whole world offering up the sap that rises in its punctured palms. 260330 what's it to you? who go blather from