This year, last day of Easter - the crown up on the wall
paints a vivid picture which with whimsy I recall
That special time on bended knee humbled and contrite
a simple faith steadfast and true to which I still hold tight
Comfort and a solace true abiding in my heart
held firmly in a life-long hold from which I'll never part
In our garden every year
for as long as I recall
we've had a hunt at Easter
when children have a ball
eggs hidden in strange places
whoops and shouts of joy
all these years in passing
from three girls and a boy
Once some several years ago
In hallowed ground near here
I bowed and offered humber prayer
the beach and sea quite near
A little chapel on the shore
at Easter time at home
with crown of thorns up on the wall
for people to atone
And now as then on Saturday
the sun becomes the son
as at Easter his forgiveness
is complete for everyone
Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
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We waited for the Easter Bunny
like we did for Santa Claus,
but he would bring the gift of spring
with his soft, little bunny paws.
We did the prep work hopefully
thinking nothing of the chore,
like colouring pretty Easter eggs
and decorations for the door.
Shadow of a crown of thorns
high up on the wall
held there in a flickering light
sweetest thing I saw
Around me people quietly prayed
the Spirit, moving, felt
a whispered word, a silent prayer
shared as people knelt
I see my Lord, the Way, the Truth and the Life
He moveth on wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross
I see my Lord crawling on the raggedy way leading to Calvary
the blood from his forehead smarting His eyes.
Our flawed feet if left to themselves will run in two ways at once Run west away from what was Run east back to what might be So running we neither reach where we’d be nor where we were
Warm tickles of the sun,
in egg-yolk-yellow.
I rest my eyelids shut,
as if assuring world around me
that
I’m fine.
Inhale the breeze,
soak in the fluffy clouds,
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