In the confines of our home,
We set a trail of clues for one another.
Each leading to a hidden spot in a different room,
Where a small chocolate and a further riddle awaits.
Eyes alight with excitement, we puzzle our posers,
Forage fruitlessly, or gather gainfully.
Beset with impatience, we plead for help.
Until, spurred on by each unveiling,
By the joy from surprises gifted,
Our tireless wonder is rewarded.
We find, hidden behind the logs, or the curtain,
A magnificent Easter egg.
As lockdown continues, innumerable desires,
Cry for my attention; to home-school more effectively,
Spring clean, teach online, study, garden, cook, play better with my son.
Each a seemingly urgent demand of action and effort.
Until, exhausted by the relentless juggle,
Beset by migraines, fatigue and allergies,
I check in with my marker, my inner guide.
And a glimmer of understanding shines through.
The next day, in the dappled sunlight of our local wood,
Brightly coloured ribbons hang from branches,
Chalked arrows inscribe tree trunks,
Indicators for countless paths, leading in myriad directions.
I now see that these are mere distractions,
Dead-end tracks, or entangling brambles.
Requisite diversions from the enchanted woodland clearings,
Borne through deep surrender within.
Aglow with the soft hue and gentle sway of bluebells,
The dazzling greens and abundant energy of spring,
I drink in His boundless Love, and a gem is revealed.
I see myself reflected in His radiance.
We try different tracks, miss markers, lose ourselves,
Distracted by balancing on branches, befriending robins.
Until, at the end of the pink chalk arrow trail,
We find a love heart etched on an upturned log.