Easter
Thanks GOD its Easter..
the drunkard will drink
the sluggard will idle..
the spendthrift shop...
the zealot holds the book..
the end is near.. they all..
give him blank stares..
the lovers hold hands
The dutiful believer drags..
his young family to church..
at the public places friends...
sharing the love of friendship
For a few thousand years ago
they shouted crucify him..
i guess Mary didn't know.. that
we would celebrate her son..
As he was hanging there..
on that rugged cross..
women speaking in hushes..
Is he the Son of great I AM..
LEWIS KIRIMI NYAGA
Copyright © Lewis Nyaga | Year Posted 2015
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