I smile. I rise.
Son rizas. Sun rises. We rise together.
It is our first Easter with out my granddad. He is my first Palmy Greeting from Jamaica - one of my first son-rises in my family, but I smile today.
That is what my Aunt Janice taught me, through Kirk Franklin. It isn’t easy, but I smile.
He sings, It is so hard to look up when you look down, but I say, “it is so hard to look down when you lookat the sun”. So today,
My granddad got baptized in his other-Mother’s church on Easter, and today our son, Jesus (the father, the sun, the Holy Ghost for those pictured who believe) rises.
We are smiles.
Let me reintroduce myself.
I am a writer and like other authors I use this medium to greet each other how we greet the sun: with a smile.
I was reminded when I stepped out of the shower on Palm Sunday. I tried to turn out the light, I flipped, pushed, moved every switch. I would have fixed the circuit because I was looking down. Then I looked up. The light was coming from a window. A sky light. I laughed. Of course the sun could illuminate my shower, as it has before.
I told the story to my uncle as the sun rose.
It was a reminder to look up at the sun and smile.
Like curled corners of smiling lips, The Sun rises.
We respond to this call from nature with a smile.
I hope this greeting makes you smile. It was written with love, from the sun/son/shine.
Look up / look out for more of this light in different forms.
Keep it PG.
Love. Sunshines and sunrises; smiles from
GP, who still wants a Ph.D. But is a writer, and a smiler among other “hers” on Easter, 2018, who watched with awe when my Granddad rose from the baptismal waters in Spanishtown, JA. and greeted the sun and I with a smile.
He is risen but we are rising.