In quietude of early dawn
she stood on Easter Day,
where rested now her dearest son
too early passed away.
As light’s first rays peeled shadows from
the grave’s cold marbled stone,
she leaned and whispered into wind
her words of sorrow sown.
“I’ll never see his face again!”
she cried to wind and God.
“Why you, my son?” With stifled sob
she fell to grassy sod.
And then resplendent in the east,
as if to give reply,
the sunrise broke and seemed to loose
the truth from crimson sky.
Though blind she’d been, she now could see.
As earth was bathed in red,
it dawned on her that Easter morn
how Christ for all had bled.
Our worldly time is very short;
immortal all shall be.
The Comforter assured her this;
her son again she’d see.
By Andrea Dietrich
For the "Easter Inspirations" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Easter is upon us
My darling said to me
She keeps quizzing me for chocolate
I said just wait and see
I wonder what he got me
Maybe chocolate and some flowers
I'll be putty in his hands
Surrendering, as he devours
I need to do some shopping
For chocolates, champagne and roses
The latter will grace my darling
On our bed in delightful poses
I shall get myself prepared
For an Easter evening of romance
A shower and some fragrance
With a kissing cuddling dance
I hear the water running
As i step through the door
Rose petals on our bed
Also carpeting our floor
I feel my loves hands on me
As he joins me in the shower
Caressing as we wash
His manliness empowers
We dry each other down
To our bedroom we kiss and touch
Our bed a carpet of roses
We lie down in tender clutch
His hands in loving wander
My zones excite and please
Rose petals float down upon me
With chocolate, he's on his knees
I lean down and kiss my love
Her body chocolate blessed
Knowing of my sweetness
And my inner hungered zest
I guide my love to kiss me
And tell him to close his eyes
I take him on a chocolate journey
Where he finds, he'll be surprised
Our chocolate adventures over
To the shower we go again
When we head back to our bedroom
We start again with chilled champagne
the day is comming
and is almost here
that glorious sunday
of easter cheer
kids will be wearing
their brand new suits
with spring time colors
and looking cute
and sunday morning
they'll say their speech
little do they know
it's the first lesson they'll teach
the easter egg hunt
will soon pursue
colored eggs and candy
hidden from view
all the children gathering
for a special day
the real hidden treat
was jesus walking out of the grave
Chocolate bunnies and Easter eggs,
Fluffy chicks and lambs at play,
The spring of the year is a beautiful time,
And we celebrate as the time draws nigh,
To remember the reason for all our good cheer;
For now is the time The Resurrection draws near.
We celebrate Jesus who conquered the foe,
Of Sin and Death and delivered our souls,
Up from the abyss where we languished in wait,
Beneath the burden of unspeakable hate.
He marched into Hell and in triumph brought out,
All who are His and they came with a shout;
Victory is ours because Jesus lives,
He's salvaged our souls and He's cleansed and forgives,
All who will come to Him, on us He bestows,
A robe of His Righteousnesss as it was foretold!
We honor the Sacrifice made by Father and Son,
And we honor the love that redeemed us as one.
We celebrate the Victory won over our foe.
We celebrate Jesus, our Conquering Hero.
"BUT I AM TELLING YOU THIS STRANGE AND WONDERFUL SECRET;
WE SHALL NOT ALL DIE, BUT WE SHALL ALL BE GIVEN NEW BODIES.
IT WILL ALL HAPPEN IN A MOMENT, IN THE TWINKLING OF AN EYE, WHEN THE TRUMPET IS BLOWN; FOR THERE WILL BE A TRUMPET BLAST FROM THE SKY AND ALL CHRISTIANS WHO HAVE DIED WILL COME ALIVE WITH NEW BODIES THAT WILL NEVER DIE.
AND THEN WE WHO ARE STILL ALIVE WILL SUDDENLY HAVE NEW BODIES TOO FOR OUR EARTHLY BODIES WE HAVE NOW THAT CAN DIE MUST BE TRANSFORMED INTO HEAVENLY BODIES THAT CAN NOT PERISH . WHEN THAT HAPPENS THEN AT LAST THIS SCRIPTURE WILL COME TRUE,"DEATH IS SWALLOWED UP IN VICTORY. O DEATH WHERE IS THY VICTORY? WHERE IS THY STING? FOR SIN, THE STING THAT CAUSES DEATH IS GONE AND THE LAW WHICH REVEALS OUR SIN WILL NO LONGER BE OUR JUDGE. HOW WE THANK GOD FOR ALL OF THIS. IT IS HE WHO MAKES US VICTORIOUS THROUGH JESUS CHRIST OUR LORD.
For LindaMarie's Easter Inspirations Contest
‘ ‘’’’’’’’’’ ‘ ‘
Weighing scale breaks for a gal too plump
Nibbling chocolates instead of carrot sticks,
“I want to be a model, why is life such a dump?”
So off to the gym she heads for a quick fix, fix!
Her waist still a round 31- inches after months
Of high fatty food she can’t scratch on her note,
Auditions call, she’s craving to fit into slim pants
With more Easter honey making her bloat, bloat
She meets a retired, old magician who can nail it
At last, curved figure she’ll have without big tummy,
Swoosh! He pulls her from wrapped cage like a rabbit
And swirls, turning poor gal into a fake Playboy bunny!
For Carol Brown’s Bunny Rabbit by nette onclaud
What a sad day
No more Easter bunny
I don't mean to laugh
But some tales are funny
I think in the end
It's really his fault
you would never guess
Who was locked in his vault
The bunny was Jealous
Of jolly old Saint Nick
He felt like second fiddle
To a jolly white haired prick
So when the vault door opened
He pushed old Nick inside
He thought to himself
I'll take his sleigh for a ride
Before he got going
He loaded eggs in the back
Each one carefully packed
In poor Santa's red sack
On Donner on Blitzen
They flew up in the sky
An inexperienced flyer
Is now a very dead guy
His tiny bunny body
Was bounced out from the sled
Rudolph tossed him out
So now the Bunny's dead
March 9th, 2013
This Easter season, let me stay
With my Lord, as He wends His way.
To turn away would be treason
Let me stay, this Easter season.
Let me be she who lifts the cross,
Who comforts Mary in her loss.
Right by His side I long to be.
Who lifts the cross, let me be she.
I want to be of lonely few
Who are still there in morning dew,
First the rolled away stone to see.
Of lonely few, l want to be.
Let me go forth to spread the news.
Our dear Lord chose His life to lose.
He died for me of little worth.
To spread the news, let me go forth.
The Easter story, often told,
Is fresh as in those days of old.
Let me tell of its pure glory.
Often told, the Easter Story.
Those who walk in falseness will disappear
by day, Night Stalker stairs as they merely
walk away. Life has the scales that balance
on the deepest, darkest sad rainy day.
Visions may be clouded but the final
message stays. The weak be those who doubted
on a sunny day. The teachings; turn the
other cheek, and then merely walk away.
Life tears the heart out, the soul will always
stay. Your emotions come and go, but the
soul will show the way. Some will go through the
motions, and be selfish in everyway.
Some never absorbed the teachings of why
Christ rose on that Easter Day. Let the pain
be lost in the short term. Know Christ will show
the path to the long term eternal way.
Sam, the box turtle, sauntered down deserted gravel road;
when he bumped into Elli, a gorgeous, slender, green toad.
Together they stopped to admire the rustic scenery;
noting, Bunny would like hiding eggs in all that greenery.
Easter will be in a few weeks, kids will have fun hunting eggs;
Bunny would be quite busy hopping on two spindly legs.
Sadie, a monarch butterfly fluttered into their path;
she was perched on a tree branch taking her daily sun bath.
“Hi!” she said to Sam and Sadie. “Have you heard hottest news?
The Easter Bunny was murdered, on the headline reviews.”
Sam and Sadie were speechless, much too shocked to say the least;
who murdered the Easter Bunny, who was the wicked beast?
No one could think of anyone who wanted Bunny killed,
the whole town was suspected, everyone thoroughly grilled.
It couldn’t be Sam or Sadie; they were not at the scene;
whoever it was, they were desperate, extremely mean.
Small town sheriff investigated the deadly crime site;
there lay Bunny sprawled along the roadside, eggs colored bright.
Struck down by angry mother hawk, thought he robbed her love nest;
sheriff pulled out the handcuffs, placed mother under arrest.
Copyright © 2013 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Come Easter he'll claim the glory
Like a wingly bird in flight
He’ll come to tell his story
Cause he’s won the bloody fight
Come Easter he'll rise, heaven
By the power of his might
He’ll give us bread that’s leaven
Holier than white
Come Easter he'll arise and wake
Out of tomb, he will instill
He's our Redeemer, let’s partake
To an Easter of good will.
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE
FROM MY HEART TO YOURS XXX