Happy Easter

Pussy Willow
not a plein air painting, but painted from life
6x8, oil on wc paper mounted to birch

Easter

Rise heart; the Lord is Risen. Sing his praise
Without delays,
Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise
With him mayest rise;
That, as his death calcined thee to dust
His life may make thee gold, and much more, just.

Awake, my lute, and struggle for thy part
With all thy art.
The cross taught all wood to resound his name,
Who bore the same.
His stretched sinews taught all strings, what key
Is best to celebrate this most high day.

Consort both heart and lute, and twist a song
Pleasant and long:
Or, since all music is but three parts vied
And multiplied,
O let thy blessed Spirit bear a part,
And make up our defects with his sweet art.

~ George Herbert