I wish you all the blessings of the Easter season — and none of the abdominal complaints that may accompany it!
As has become all too customary on this blog, I also apologise for my absence. After celebrating being back in the saddle, I was knocked out of commission by a bout of tonsillitis, which kept me from going to the StAnza festival in St Andrews. Since then, the sheer busyness of the day job and dealing with several family illnesses have kept me away from the blog.
As compensation, here is an Easter poem from The Ambulance Box:
The Road from Emmaus
Didn’t our hearts burn within us
while he talked with us on the road?
And, suddenly as he came,
like timbersxxxglowing after conflagration,
apt at any moment
or red-hot ironxxxhammered into shape,
xxxxxxxthat, as we cool,