Easter

Can you see the change? Can you feel it? There’s something new in the fresh air. Everything seems to be strange a bit. It’s time when I can’t be in despair. Nature wakes up with first greenery, Longer days bring more hopes and sunbeams. I appreciate this bright, spring scenery And this time with new chances and dreams… Good Friday talks about the painful story, And allows finding a sense of that suffering. This world learned of the greatest mystery. I’m looking for the truth and I’m asking, But Easter Sunday gives a replay To everything and beyond all doubt. I am looking at the Cross and pray, And hold back a silent, painful shout. And I feel this invisible power Of the Easter time and of the Cross: “I am not alone thanks to my Savior.” And I’m quiet and peaceful – no chaos…