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My Easter Sunday 2023
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my OLSP Chorale Family
During the “Easter Sunday Mass” in our county
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my Hachuela Family
During our “Family Reunion” in our municipality
This Easter Sunday 2023
I'm with my family
During this “Araw ng Kagitingan” in our country.
-04/09/2023
(Dumarao)
*Easter Sunday
When she believes I've done wrong
it's the same old dance and song
no words are sung or said
then she simply sulks instead
so once again it looks as tho'
I'm in her bad books and graces
yet without all her chattering
with neither reason nor rhyme
the silence is disquietingly shattering
and can last for quite some time
but to show me where my place is
it's not long before she puts on
one of her Easter Island statue faces
colossal statues were three thousand years old
found in Sardinia in 1974
carved by the Nuragic civilization
depicting warriors on Easter Island
We thought they were only heads
Until someone decided to dig down
They are full-bodied
Buried up to their necks
How did they carve stone back in the day?
Is it odd kings were not represented?
Only archers, boxers and warriors
Many theories are bantered about
Easter island holds on to her mysteries
Intriguing and enticing archeologists
Keeping the Nuragic civilization alive
Three thousand years later
Perhaps that was the purpose?
Easter bunny sent his eldest to me to brag
Her name was Charlene, she had one small snag
I created this wreath but I have a problem too
The back keeps slipping, so we added glue
I flipped it over and helped her fix the wreath
She was so grateful, she grinned with a whole set of teeth
So, your name is Charlene, I said. She nodded her head.
What’s your Daddy doing these days? He’s probably in bed.
"May is the month of expectation, the month of wishes, the month of hope." - Emily Brontë
May, sweet scented month of fullfilled dreams,
vivid vernal birthstone wishing well,
green fingers for the world, planter of faith,
whose warm sunshine basket a miracle,
sowing golden garden bed awash with,
heaven’s heady hue that wing borne blessing,
white and pink blossom cluster soften angst,
boon to sagging soul in need of boost,
pregnant omens one can cling to,
such as azure blue sky lumens in May
Oh CHAMELEON,
you have changed over the years.
You were such a tease to me,
I loved talking with you.
WOW you are the Easter Bunny.
take heed; the bell
a call to church
or needless knell
the village prank
pews of ghost town
the bodies shrank
need a pastor
that draws them in
could be faster
the ring and shout
it’s loud and clear
bring love about
It’s Saturday night and I’m at home
I’ve been sitting for a while, alone
my hair is a mess, I’m barely dressed, it’s been a long week of nothing but stress.
I hear the doorbell; I walk downstairs (this poor delivery driver is going to catch me, unawares).
Just my luck, he’s a curtained Zeus, he chews his gum and looks bemused at this mess before him.
Crippled with shame, I have myself to blame, climbing the stairs in my Era’s t shirt (my stomach starts to hurt).
It’s Saturday night and they’re all so excited
to go to that party, to which I wasn’t invited for whatever reason. Guess it’s just not my season. I tried all I could, I texted them all but they just can’t fit me in, doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting.
It’s Saturday night and they’re just too tired, to have to see me, they must be inspired. Guess I’ll try again next week; to myself I’ll speak.
It’s Saturday night, but nearly the morning
I’ve spent the last few hours, just yawning.
What a fun weekend!
Can’t wait to do it all again.
What shall we do
What shall we do about Jesus
Now that Easter is over and gone?
We must never, no never forget Him
And just travel on, travel on.
We need Him, we need Him
Each step of the way
And He never will leave us, forsake us,
He knows that we need Him today.
So see Him today, resurrected
Our triumphant, glorious King
Yes, turn your eyes upon Jesus
Keep looking, keep looking at Him.
we know Jesus resurrected from his tomb
thus basis of belief in eternal life
but why then Easter egg and not Easter womb
is the question that cuts through mind like a knife
the answer being simply our head ovoid
shaped like the cosmic egg pure and unalloyed
out of which we’re hatched reborn when ego dies
paving way for spirit to reveal sunrise
Sometimes regret holds me like my first love
So when true love crossroads
I can never picture a cross that rose
For me
I need to fast more
But my pedal only hits the floor
For the wrong doors
Then my knees hit the bottom
Repentance cycles
Feeling like a hamster but
I'm learning to let Jesus take the wheel
Thy kingdom come thy will be done
Sometimes shame is the only one,
that holds me right
His arms still stretched but
I rather stretch the truth
Like you didn't bleed red letters
I keep trying to blot grace
As if I could ever stop the bleeding of sin
As if you didn't see my imperfections and hug them
The tomb isn’t evidence of death but
The seed of hope
Make sure you have a hunger for God
It will bless your spirit
Your spirit feeds the mind
The mind feeds the body
So I will fill my temple with Proverbs
That poem a path for life
A perfect love kissing imperfection
Then when I look in the mirror
I will see transformation from glory to glory
A reflection of the resurrection
He got up so I know nothing can hold me down
Life never gets any easier but there is one who overcame the world
p.s. do you know Him…
Jellybeans tell a story, did you know? A tale of God's love...
Red –Jesus’ blood
Green—His harmony in our growth
Purple—His sorrow for humanity
Blue—Is for the heaven's in which He came
White—Is for the grace He gave
Black—Make merit not sin, and you will be forgiven
Yellow—Is for His light that shines within
Orange—Is for the strive for the greater good
Pink—Is for the new beginnings
rainbow color sweets
green jellybeans in a jar~
chewy Easter treats
Happy Easter!
4/5/26
Kamca you are so beautiful. I see you and everything is paradise. for me you are perfection
I love you Kami. Today is Jesus Second Birthday.
Thank you for always being a rock in my life.
When I lost my dad right after I had lost your friendship it was like I was so lost
Jesus you are always with me
I have you Photo Lord on my Xbox and my Facebook account
Jesus you created her Kami and with her you have made perfection in my eyes
I know to the world she is not perfection but when I see her Lord I see you in her eyes
Kami your newest photo with your dad you look even more beautiful than I ever imagined a human could look. You look supernaturally beautiful to me.
when I was hanging out with Jesus recently he gave me so much peace. can you imagine Lord Jesus hanging out with me in my dreams I am just Patrick from Chicago you know.
I Love you Kami, I love you Jesus, I love everyone in Kami's world. Please Jesus bless us all forgive us all especially Bless Kami and her family and everyone she loves forever amen.
I am in bed
in the hell hole
of North Charleston
in a motel
on Easter evening
and the rain
has come
and the tipsy time
of night
has begun.
Tomorrow,
I will drive home
and try, try again
to be the woman,
mother, teacher, wife
that I am expected
to be.
Tonight:
bring on
the popcorn,
great comedy
and small mistakes
all contained
in my room,
in a cheap motel
where nothing
illuminating
will be happening tonight.
Jesus is dead.
He resurrected.
God knows
that when I’m dead
I’m dead.
“As God is my witness,
I will never be hungry again!”
Vivian Leigh.
“”After all,
tomorrow
is another day!”
God's love often leaves me in awe,
but never before the all encompasing
way it did the day my son died
It honestly felt like I would die, too
from heartbreak and pain
but then.........he wrapped me
in his love and stayed close
He held me up when I could not stand.
He helped me move forward when
I was stuck in shock and pain.
As the Easter season approached,
my grief magnified, as it often does
on special holidays, but this was different
This time, I understood a little better how
a parent feels when their child dies.
I know the degree of pain and the feeling
of part of yourself dying as well.
Knowing that God's son hung on the cross
and was tortured and died
FOR MY SINS, just leaves me amazed that
he would do that FOR ME!
This Easter I am encased in God's love and
eternally grateful for the cross.
God's love is indeed awesome.
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