Easter morning in Cedar Key feels serene

Serenity surrounds me.

It is Easter Sunday in Cedar Key.

I gaze across the Gulf.

It is pre-dawn.

It is those minutes between the dark of night and sunrise.

The moments are precious.


Like life itself — finite.

The soul enters the body.

The soul leaves the body.

Everything beyond — eternal.

The sun rises in the East

On Easter morning in Cedar Key.

I gaze across the Gulf.

My eyes look on.

There is nothing to see except in my mind’s own eye.

A small fishing vessel.

Like life itself.

The boat leaves shore.

The boat returns.

Everything beyond — eternal.

The Bible is filled with references to water beginning with Gen. 1:2 (KJV), “And the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters.”