Easter Sunday Morning

It is customary for our family to make the pilgrimage to the shore of Lake Michigan on Easter Sunday morning to wait for sunrise.

You must arrive when it is totally dark. It is darkest before dawn, and sometimes the wait for the sun in cold and darkness can seem very long. There is an irrational feeling the sun might not rise.

I walked out onto our front porch at 3 am, and beheld a beautiful large somewhat waning moon. I figured if we could see the moon and the stars, we would also be able to see the sun.

The birds were starting to sing as we left the house.

The streets were mostly deserted. It was very still. Philip played Beatles music for us. How perfect to hear this in the dark stillness of Easter morning...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to
arise.

...and that was followed by...

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
It's all right


Right before the sun rose, we read the prayer for Easter by Rudolf Steiner...and as it was rising, we read the hymn to the sun by Akhenaten.

It was beautiful.

This sunrise was for you, Maris.

I felt I had to do this this year especially for Maris. I wanted him to see the beauty of the sunrise through our eyes, and to be part of our family gathered there in w aiting. We could not see much, but we could feel Maris.

Here is a series of pictures we took that morning.