“Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death,
And upon those in the tombs bestowing life.”
This is one of the Paschal hymns our little groups sang over and over today, as we walked among the graves at several cemeteries, rejoicing with those who wait in hope.
It is called the Day of Rejoicing, or Radonitsa,
and is always the second Tuesday after Pascha.
Today the wind was blowing, so we could not keep our candles lit. The sun peeked out from behind clouds from time to time.
More wildflowers than I’ve ever seen were blooming in the non-endowed cemeteries. This must be because of the very wet winter and spring we have had.
The rattlesnake grass was blowing in the breeze and making a graceful and wavy dance.
I knew that Scarlet Pimpernel was a flower, but I didn’t know it was this flower
growing among the lupines. My godmother told me.
My husband is buried at one of the cemeteries we visited, and my goddaughter at another.
We sang and burned incense and sprinkled holy water over the graves of dozens of others
who are resting in the earth, awaiting the Resurrection of the Dead.
This year I remembered to bring the shells from our red Pascha eggs
to sprinkle on the graves, and flowers from my snowball bush, too.
We were all so happy to be there!
“We celebrate the death of death, the destruction of hell, the beginning of eternal life.
And leaping for joy, we celebrate the Cause,
the only blessed and most glorious God of our fathers.”