I'm not sure why this resonated with me, but it did. Something about the simplistic, oftentimes peculiar signs of divine mercies - recognized even in the most desperate light. I read it over Easter on a friend's blog and it's been whispering at me since.
THE SOUL AT LAST
The Lord's terrifying kindness has come to me.
It was only a small silvery thing--say a piece
of silver cloth, or a thousand spider webs
woven together, or a small handful of aspen
leaves, with their silver backs shimmering.
And it came leaping out of the closed coffin;
it flew into the air, it danced snappingly
around the church rafters, it vanished through
I spoke there, briefly, of the loved one gone. I
gazed at the people in the pews, some of them
weeping. I knew I must, someday, write this down.
-Mary Oliver, Blue Horses