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Jesus

On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun On that day, Winter solitude would be gone The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness Through the same breath,through the same soul We would live again as one ,no matter who we are No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty. No matter if We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors or pheasants No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions A catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a jew . On that day,we would all wear identical dresses We would all be the significant other ,because He has died, and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me , He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them. He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm. He was born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate , We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of blissful joy. and , We celebrate the ever present love Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle that fills our hearts with hope ,and warming light.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015

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Spring Showers

The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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I Celebrate Easter

Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.  
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give 
us eternal life.

Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb. 
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.

This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with 
his everlasting love for us.


For Linda-Marie's  "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
03/30/2012
4th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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Just Me and You Again

The morning sun peeks in my window as I feel a tug at my feet how could I not smile at that little sheepish grin Easter morn has arrived He is risen and so shall I Pitter-patter across the worn pine floor giggles, shrieks and laughter fill my home searching for the hidden coloured eggs my joyous children roam. Such a special day. Dressed in our new spring best we show our love for Him celebrating with close friends and family indulging in delectable candies and cakes a family game of whiffle ball, pushing my little one on the swings enjoying each others company basking in the freshness of the great outdoors The skies begin to darken the stars start to shine our day has come to an end. After all the hugs are given the I love you's spoken kisses blown, good byes said I climb up high into my cold brass bed and reflect upon this glorious day again it's just me and You

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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What Easter meant for us

I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day when one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s  will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separated by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us 
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2012

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Nor' easter

The wind is break dancing with the trees. beating a rapper’s song. Limbs flail on the tarmac. Rain flies like sweat from corn rows across the expanse of asphalt. A barrage precipitates against the window pane with the rata-tat-tat of a machine gun’s bullets as the front passes.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

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What Easter meant for us -repost-

I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day where one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s  will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separate by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us 
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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You got it on Easter Sunday

Did you know?
Know
Love
Lord

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2013

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The Colors Of Mercy

The Colors Of Mercy What is the color of mercy? The color of mercy is the color of the bricks, where JESUS walked on the path of sorrows. What is the color of mercy? It is the brown thorns of the crown that JESUS wore on his head. What is the color of mercy? It is red - the blood that JESUS bled for our sins. What is the color of mercy? It is the color of the cross that JESUS carried to His crucifixion. What is the color of mercy? It is the whitest white that you have seen, when JESUS cleans you of your sin. Those are the colors of mercy. They are the most beautiful colors - that JESUS showed us, on the day He died for our sins...
03/31/2014 Written by Lucila M. Carrillo

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2014

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Humanity

Translation:

Humanity

And so here I am
and here I see myself in white,
my skin -a midnight snowfall
where no one can stain me
with their footprints, their black footprints.
And so here I am alone.
The dawn sings to me uninhibited,
she sings of the kisses of the sun in the morning,
of the soft swaying of the stars,
their dances, their fiery weddings.
And so she sings to me in a still, small whisper,
with it she leaves me breathless,
the weight of the secrets of ages
fills up my mouth with ashes
that taste like the grave.

My tongue has become 
the voice of the ancients.
And I am alone
but I don't feel alone. 
Their fingers diffuse,
spreading out across my eyelids,
the dead resurrect like the sun 
in my eyes. 

And their wisdom in my face is a tombstone;
in my body, an Easter Sunday.

They fold in the wrinkles of a beggar woman.
They flow like tears from the open mouth of the sky.
They are sparks in the memory of children.
They hold together the stones of the Pyramids
and fill the cracks in the bones of the mountains.

And in truth our feet 
begin to decompose,
to unite with the roots of the world.
And in truth we are alone
but we don't feel alone.

We carry knowledge in ivory,
mystery, forgotten nostalgia. 
In our veins runs the blood
of warriors,
in our lungs
the words
of God. 

Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2010

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Ascension

His spirit took flight

Like a snowy white dove

With the sun on its wings.

It flew toward the clouds

And disappeared

Leaving only a breath of

Wonder in its wake.


© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

Happy Easter to everyone!

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

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Salvation

Oh Most Heavenly Farther 
please forgive me in my sins 
Gracious Star of Bethlehem 
I believe in your only Son crowned
Our Lord and King of Israel 
who died on the Holy Cross
arose on the third day 
A toll paid in our sins 
Master you paid the ultimate sacrifice 
guiding with your Holy Spirit 
makes me new again 
I believe in Our Saviors name 
forever and always Glory be 
Amen 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

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Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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Easter Is On The Way

and spring is too, 

xxx

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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'Unquestionable Worth'


Imagine what life would be like
if our worth were determine by man

if our mistakes were a barometer of our worth
our favour would run hot and cold
like a see-saw through each day

each breathe we took would be a struggle
the one thing we do without thinking
would be so difficult to achieve

but we've been blessed beyond our imagination 
because even in our darkest hour
even when we are down in the valley

God sees our worth
His Son chose to die for us
He declared; she is worth the sacrifice
He declared; he is worth the sacrifice

when in doubt,
when we feel unloved
we need to focus on the cross

God thought we were worth the sacrifice then

He still does; even today


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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2013

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By His stripes I am healed

By His stripes I am healed
By His blood I am washed
I am a new creation
And forever I am free

Wash me in your spirit
Purge me from my sin
Take away the shame I feel.
And bring me into peace

Cleanse me from all wrong
Thoughts and attitudes
Cleanse my body, make me whole
Wash me clean with your power

Make me the child who can be taught
Who is willing to be led
Let me eat of the living word
And truly well be fed

Let your healing flow through me
And touch another heart
Show your loving grace through me
And let them truly see

You are the son who sets them free
When in faith they bend the knee
You have come to give them life.
And give them all eternity

Copyright © julie clark | Year Posted 2014

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Father forgive them

I came to set the captives free 
I gave them a chance to see me
But they got it wrong, didn’t hear
The wonderful truth I came to share
Father forgive them they know not what they do

I tried to tell them the truth about love
But they shut their ears and walked away
Afraid of what this love would entail.
So they set out a plan to bring me down
Father forgive they know not what they do.

When Judas came with massed arms troupes
And on my face he placed his kiss.
They took me away and put me on trial.
They mocked me and beat me and said I must die
Father forgive them they know not what they do

When they led me away to the hill of death
And stuck cruel nails in my hands and feet
When they lifted my cross high in the sky
And jeered and taunted the king of the Jews
Father forgive them they know not what they do

As my hour draws near and darkness descends
The man next to me speaks his final plea
You are the son of God and when you’re in heaven
Please Lord please remember me
Father forgive them for they know not what they do

The sky grew darker and the pain increases
I now will take the whole sin of the world
This weight it engulfs me like a cloak.
My father’s eyes in sorrows turn away
And all I can say is father forgive them

The story of Easter is very well known 
And we marvel at Jesus for the words that he said
BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW IT’S OVER AND DONE
How will you respond to this wonderful love?

Copyright © julie clark | Year Posted 2014

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Easter Parade

Marching, marching
Flowered bonnets
Flowered bonnets
Tripping the light fantastic.

Mom got so excited;
“Turn on the TV”
“Who’s the grand marshal?”
Look for the fire department in line. 

It has always been an attack on my ears
And my hat never had enough fruit on it.

Kathryn McLoughlin  Collins
March 26, 2013

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

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April's Angel

Sister, you left me without saying goodbye
And lived your life in a wink and a sigh
Born in the spring with a short season to give
I lost you in the fall leaving a long winter to outlive
 
You taught me love and held me close in my grief
I'm wishing we had never put our faith in false belief
Nothing could harm us as we sought out love
When you were gone, something I could barely speak of

I miss your presence even more today
On your birthday, this Easter Sunday
I have only to hope and pray
And wonder about the woman you would have become
Lend me your strength not to succumb

To sadness, yet whisper to me to go on and grow
So I carry you with me wherever I go
You're there in my dreams and never really apart
Now you can finally take flight and know heaven's heart
You are my April angel that will never depart

 

Copyright © Karen Dominick | Year Posted 2010

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Where There Is Charity And Love








GOD IS TO BE FOUND...

Copyright © Mystic Rose | Year Posted 2016

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Conspiracy: Who Killed The Easter Bunny

A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

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What Easter means to Me

As I sit and reflect on this Easter Sunday.
Many things pass through my mind.
As I see Christ hanging on the cross, 
knowing HE laid down his life for me.
So my life is, entrusted to thee.
He died, he rose, so new life began
I know you suffered on the cross
to deliver us, giving us eternal life.
You suffered so that I may live.
What more honor could you bestow
on me ,one of your sheep, saving me,
through your mercy, through your grace.
The promise of everlasting life.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

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Who Am I

Who Am I?

Because I was born out of wedlock, 
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good, 
And that so many just needed a doctor, 
To understand them when they were crook. 

No-one else had ever treated them, 
Doctors in Israel only attended rich people’s houses, 
And the prestige of being wealthy, 
Was derived from our interest in their happiness. 

It was imbued into me that love was given, 
From the heart by acts of kindness, not by money,
And that you could love somebody, anybody, anytime, 
Out with social rhetoric or rhyme. 

I was good at joinery, 
But my inquisitive mind took me into medicine, 
Into making people better, healthier, fit and able, 
Not paralysed, dying or suffering from epileptic seizures.

Day one, and I just hoped I would have a cold, 
But that was not to be you see, 
So I took a deep breath and grit my teeth,
And in humility treated the first poor person ever. 

Shock and horror and the neighbours talking, 
Nobody there to wipe my slightly embarrassed sweated brow, 
Only John my best friend hung around outside, 
Whilst I bandaged up the labourer’s lacerated leg. 

But soon after, when I had set my practise, 
Luke befriended me bold and stalwartly, 
Because he was just a normal Nazareth doctor, 
And I’d been predicted as the people’s saviour from bad health. 

Not noted as the original national health service, 
But respected thereafter ‘cos they said I’d resurrected, 
They gave me a voice when I was dead and long gone, 
Said that they believed in me with everything they had.  

Everyone knew what they meant when they admitted, 
“I believe in Jesus!” because it was a stand,  
For the freedom and life of the poor and for a just society, 
That gave these supposed sinners access to medical doctors grand. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016

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Watcha wanna do Janie Doe

Hey there Janie,last name Doe...
tell me baby,where ya wanna go?
maybe for a ride feel the wind in your hair,
maybe the nearest park,or an old country fair?

May I suggest,we take the fastest jet
fly overseas,to the sights the old world set,
climb Peru,spend the night at Machu Pichu
talk all night under starlight and o-o-hhh...

Then let's fly to Maui,hold hands and kapowie
kick alittle surf alittle sand then you can WOW me,
jump into a dugout and paddle to Easter Island
sit with the Mo'ai and watch those sunsetting strands,
maybe even imagine what those statues see
share some philosophy,at the ocean of dreams...

Then let's jetset,walk the sands of the Middle East
camel caravan to Petra,enjoy an ancient feast,
walk the Giza Pyramids,pretend to be King and Queen
lounge along the Nile amongst shady papyrus reeds,
visit all those ancient symbols waiting to be decoded
we should do it now before time eventually erodes it,
maybe discover an altogether different meaning
maybe uncover ancient secrets and new learning...

Then let's walk,the jungles of Angor Wat-her
taste some of Arabia,Persia,India and Indonesian fare,
let's visit the Philipines,that's where my family is from
enjoy their island generosity,and do alittle some-some...

So heythere Janie Doe...
watcha wanna do...where ya wanna go,
as long as we're together,it's always our show...








Copyright © jay del fierro | Year Posted 2011

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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

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His Power Is Absolute

~His Power Is Absolute~ (Free Verse) Now I look back not more again But I look forward to hear only His voice and His truth For Jesus my Savior, He's my Lord and my King And in Heaven and earth is power is absolute. I will always follow Him upon,narrowly path Of that believe me, I'm pretty sure He inspires all my life with each dream I have And always for me His love endure. There's so much victory in the power of His name Evil forces from hell tremble in fear When they hear God's children to Him proclaim With joy,our love to Him with praises and a prayer. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2015 April.05.2015
Authors notes: Reference Tap in to the truth - Scripture reading: John 3:16 FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD THAT HE GAVE HIS ONLY SON,THAT WHOEVER BELIEVES IN HIM SHALL NOT PERISH BUT HAVE ETERNAL LIFE. -JOHN 3:16 ~IN GOD I TRUST!~ The Power of Love- "But faith... worketh by love." Galatians 5:6 Protected by Love- Matthew 5:44-45 and Matthew 5:38-48 Heart of joy - John 15: 1-11 Hope Lives- 1 Peter 1:3-9 Love is patient, love is kind.. 1 Corinthians 13: 4 Pain with a purpose- John 16:17-24 and Judges 13-15 and Luke 6:27-49 Cat Gate - Deuteronomy 8-10 and Mark 11:19-33 The Power to Survive - Deuteronomy 3-4, Mark 10:32-52 and 2 Corinthians 4:7-12 God is Listening- Deuteronomy 26-27 and Mark 14: 27-53 and Psalm 5 My very favorite Psalm in the Bible-Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV) Lord's Prayer Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.

Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter | Year Posted 2015

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Easter Day

Easter day 
The church bells sing. 
The children are all dress so nice.
The flowers are in bloom
They provide a special glow.
On this easter day.
The eggs are highly colored.
Hind in a secret place.
The jelly beans are all so sweet.
And baskets the rabbit did fill.
On this easter day.

Copyright © Harold Hunt sr | Year Posted 2015

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I Held Marys Hand

I Held Mary’s Hand 

I held Mary’s hand as John covered his face,
So still,
At Peace,
Faded are the slapping sounds of the whip against his flesh,
Gone now are the shrieks as his crown was pegged into her child’s head,

I felt her hand, as it twists into mine, 
Warm,
Dry, strong to the touch.
As the arms release, her grip is firm, ridged,
As if hers are the spiked arms being released, free from pain

Her tears roll, 
Silent, still,
As her son is now

Shrouded body moves like a holy ghost,
The linen and cotton, dotted with the sin of man,
Mary awareness, that they not know what has been done, 
The future,
Presented in their presence and decided with each lash mark,
Each step of the walk with 300 pounds of wood nailed to fashion the Christ cross,
Foretold this day to her,
All the years before

I held Mary’s hand as we walk to the tomb of our King of King’s.
I see her resolute,
No fear of our future,
Brilliant in the light of God,
Mourning the natural, 
The body,
Her Son, her boy, her baby
Now Devine providence for us all,
In his sacrifice,
Her sacrifice, as told to her all the years before, 

I held Mary’s hand,
As the Stone closed,
Sealing in the body, 
Releasing the spirit of the Christ-Child,
Tears dry by the kicking sands and dust of which all men will return.
Stoic we look upon the dotted trail,
Our long winding road back thru perdition

I held Mary’s hand as she leads me,
Pulls us to our destination,
Alone,
Resolute our steps gain purpose.

Divinity and destiny intertwine to our hope’s yield,
Everlasting Salvation. 

Step by Step,
The confidence and purpose,
Re-delivered as if the Spirit, 
Advising of the greatest of gifts,
By God,
Would be delivered from Mary,
As the vessel,
To one day go back to the Alter of God,

Each step rekindles the awareness,
Realness,
The divine need for all this to happen,
For the upcoming Majesty,
Behold the power of Gods mighty hand,   
As told to her all the years before, 
In the light of the spirit, 
Of the holy divinity to come

I held Mary’s hand 
As we eat unleavened bread, sipping from the cup,
Waiting and listening, the shock of her son’s disciples,
Explaining the sight their eyes will not believe, 
When the arm extended,
 Hands open and out,

I held Mary’s hand as we move past time, space and place. 
I show her the words of her son, spreading across the lands,
I show Mary the hymnals, 
We hear the choirs of angles singing, 
Wrapped in their robes,
The praised sounds that are holy ode’s of joy

I held Mary’s Hand,
As we enter….
Together seated next to God.

Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015

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Reason for Easter Celebration Footles

Man lost
Paid cost

Great Love
Above

On cross
Such loss

Easter
Feaster

Reason
Season

Prison
Risen

He rose
We chose

Sinner 
Winner

Seven
Heaven

Copyright © Marty Owens | Year Posted 2010