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This afternoon I came home early from an Easter Sunday morning Bread Bar shift just in time to hear Stuart McLean tell us why he has always found Easter to be a traumatic holiday.

The story at the end of the show is worth a listen. Not many have words and a voice like McLean and he weaves a touching account of a tired winter and a tender spring.

The Fig Tree by Stuart McLean

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O you who bear the pain of the whole earth

   I bore you.

O you whose tears give human tears their worth,

   I laughed with you.

You, who, when your hem is touched, give power,

  I nourished you.

Who turn the day to night in this dark hour,

   light comes from you.

O you who hold the world in your embrace,

   I carried you.

O you who laughed and ate and walked the shore,

   I played with you.

And I, who with all others, you died for,

   now I hold you.

May I be faithful to this final test:

in this last time I hold my child, my son,

his body close enfolded to my breast,

the holder held: the bearer borne.

Mourning to joy: darkness to morn.

Open, my arms:  your work is done.

                                                                    –   Cry Like a Bell – Madeleine L’Engle