HAPPY EASTER

Counted among the congregants, the geese flying by, two by two, at sunrise. Guitar combines nicely with a heavenly voice. Behind me the couple makes the Spirit flow. Their voices, too, intertwined like Ivy. Blessings and more blessings! We arrive home to a ruckus in the bush. A red cardinal has my undivided attention. Perhaps, Mom is paying a visit. I like to think so. Blessings and more blessings! Tears in sunrise glow. I sang of the Savior. He washed me white as snow, as they drove nails through his hands and feet. He healed me. We sing of an angel on a stone, declaring, “He is not here! He has risen!” If you only understood, friend, he made a way where there was no way, and all through the Holy Scriptures it prophesied what Jesus would do. What more… what more do we need. We need only believe. Blessings and more blessings! Bless you, dear ones!