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Personification Easter Poems | Personification Poems About Easter

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RAISED

I KNOW I SAW HIM YESTERDAY 
HE SPOKE TO ME OF LOVE
"IT COMES WITH A FRIEND"
HE SAID."ONE FROM UP ABOVE".
THEN SOMETHING HAPPENED 
WITH HIS HEALTH
QUIETLY HE PASSED AWAY
RELATIVES AND FRIENDS
WEPT AND PRAYED
FOUR DAYS SEALED
WITHIN THE TOMB
WHEN HIS BEST FRIEND
CAME TO SEE, MANY TEARS
HIS BEST FRIEND SHED.
THEN IN A LOUD VOICE
AND THANKFUL PRAYER
CAME TRUTH, WITHOUT A LIE.
"COME OUT MY BROTHER
FOR YOU WILL LIVE
AND NEVER SHALL YOU DIE".

Copyright © David Pennington | Year Posted 2014


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Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story

Sunrise Surprise, An Easter Story

Hi. My name is Mary Magdalene, a close friend and follower of Jesus.
My friends, Salome, Joanna, the other Mary, and I visited the tomb of Christ.
We went to simply apply fragrances and spices, a routine and customary  task.

There was nothing special about the Sunday after his death; or so we thought.
Jesus had taught  us about fantastic things happening in the future;  but like  every one of his followers, we never really understood  many things.

As we approached the site, we wondered about the heavy stone.
We quizzed each other saying, “Who will remove the stone for us?”
As we drew closer, to our surprise, we discovered that the stone was already removed.  A little later,  there were two men telling us that Jesus’ body was not there.  Such news was not simply surprising , but very intriguing and disturbing.

Can you imagine how and what we felt about Jesus’ body not being there?
We were afraid, but the two men told us to go and tell the eleven disciples.
There was another man we assumed to be a gardener, but then he called my name. I was at once convinced that it was Jesus when he spoke and said, “Mary”. So we hurried along and proceeded to tell the disciples what we had experienced.

Cj03212016 Bible; PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Cross Talk


The Romans are honorably remembered for their great achievements. Two 'stand outs' in my mind would probably be the Roman roads and the Roman Law.
Nevertheless, with regards to 'The Roman Law', there was an element of cruelty in their punishment of certain criminals.  Death by crucifixion was perhaps its worse form of punishment.

Were I an investigative reporter in Jerusalem at the time of Christ's death on the cross, you would probably find me among trees in a forest or some other tree supply source for building crosses.  I would be recording a conversation between trees who wondered among themselves which of them would be used.
I would especially be concerned with the tree or trees that were especially set aside to be utilized for three convicts.  There would be a dialogue between trees that would probably go something like this:                                                                                                     

Oak Tree said to Cedar Tree, "Have you heard about the three guys they are planning to put to death?"  Cedar Tree replied, "I'm sure I heard the same news as you.  That is, that the good people and citizens of Rome feel that two of them deserve what's coming to them.  To be honest, I'm not sure if anyone deserves to be crucified. But there is one called Jesus in whom the Roman ruler can find no fault.  Nevertheless, he will be crucified anyway."  

Oak Tree said, "I am so relieved that I will not be a party to the death of that good and innocent man Jesus.  I could not live with the reality of his blood running down my wood.  Cedar Tree said, "O, I feel the same way.  How can they do such an unjust thing?  All he ever did was heal lots of sick and crippled people, give sight to the blind, cast out demons, cleanse the lepers, bless the children, and teach the truth about God.  I heard of at least two who were raised from the dead; and I heard that he fed 5000 people at one time with 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread.  He even turned water to wine, walked on water and calmed a raging sea.  Have they no conscious?"

They both agreed that there was nothing that they could do about the crucifixion of Jesus.  But they could continue growing strong and tall, providing firewood for cooking, heat and warmth, and cool shade to all who needed them.  The two of them believed that there was a plan and a purpose for his death.  They also heard about a coming resurrection on the third day; and they believed that too.
04112017 cj PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2017


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Like Easter Lilies

The sisters passed in the garden on the way to chapel, their heads bowed, their voices hushed, faced concealed by wimples stiff as cones in the twilight. The evening bell tolled, peaceful and reverent as an affirmation, ancient as the stone walls dressing in their habits, as brides donning green. Soon all was quiet; no more rustling of fabric. Impoverished and chaste their prayers went to God, these obedient daughters of charity. Straight-backed in their rude pews, their heads bowed still further, they gave thanks for a beauty of which they felt themselves undeserving.

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017