Easter, Thee Sacrifice

Easter will again be here and very soon, But Easter brings sadness I cannot seem to prune. After my Mother left, Easter's not the same Since our Lord, to bring her home, called upon her name. Easter this year in two thousand and eighteen Will be even harder, I cannot contravene. For my little girl, who's not so little any more Will spend this Easter far away, on a distant shore. So many memories of Easter though, will decorate my brain, As I turn back the clock, letting all share the reign. All the Easter baskets and the Easter hunts so fun, Each memory I dust off carefully, every precious one. I'll watch the Ten Commandments, keep our tradition true, Remembering Easter's true meaning, Jesus is why we do. When God Sacrificed His Son, what a Sacrifice He made, For through the Blood of Jesus, our sins for, He paid. When I think of God being stricken so with profound grief To watch His Son suffer on the cross forbidden of relief, This brings to mind surreally the magnitude of pain I'm unable to comprehend and my tears I can't restrain. For I think of my daughter and all those overseas, Who put their lives on the line without guarantees They'll come home safe and sound when their tour is done And also, all the families who've lost a dear, loved one. I know this is not the same but I more so realize And I am humbled so profoundly as I can't visualize The cost of God's Sacrifice because God so Loves us all And to my knees it brings me, for I can only God, extol. Easter 2018 - Poetry Contest Sponsored by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer 2018-03-30