Above, a washed out sky, nothing remarkable. In the bland gray stillness of the morning the gradual sunrise is only noted by the slowly growing ability to see what was hidden in darkness. There is no burst of orange today peeking over the treetops or brilliant clouds announcing the sun. It's a quiet morning, not a movement in the trees. Suddenly the birds are racing across the sky, tens of them at a time, all speeding in the same direction. What do they see? What do they know?
It's a morning much like I imagine the first Easter:  Nothing remarkable; calm, trauma passing, stillness notable. Then, Mary and her companions walk up to the tomb to see the stone moved. Shock, fear, worry and confusion race through them. Something has happened. A tiny hope flashes in Mary's heart and then is pushed away by reason. Until...

My heart's on you today Jesus, heavy and contemplative. I cannot walk through the details too keenly any more than I do difficult times in my life that were not nearly as overtly tragic as this.  I prefer to look away. But momentarily you say, look.  There is no tragedy. There is a love that, other than your name, is found nowhere else. You freed me at your expense, and then proved your true power that this world cannot hold you, by revealing yourself.  All this to say you are coming back for me. The hundreds of millions of me who await their best friend and savior. Our spirits witness, and the supernatural over shadows the natural, as we know, even in our finite minds, that matter lives on infinitely. There is a promise of more from the most faithful of all. You want us with you in it. I say yes.

Layers of gray cotton line the morning sky. A richer blue holds the horizon.  A quiet calm lies across the  scene, trees erect with immeasurable movement.
Days of decision. Who decides? Do we wait and see, or do we trust and know. The choice is ours. I cannot define whether the sky will hang in gray tones or burst with bright blue. But I can hold the hand in my heart who already knows the sky's formations throughout history, and let Him design.