Three crosses stood still that faithful day
As the skies sadly wept a guilted grey
On the highest hill they would be seen
By Roman ruled eyes that did demean
The middle cross covered in rustic red
Where the calamitous Christ’s blood sacrificed shed
The lachrymal lamb dies for our shameless sins
As the whispering winds wind and the sky dims
The christened cross made thus Divine
For the Christ awaits Ascension to His Holy shrine
The weathered wood of dogmatic Destiny
Dexterously dismantled while bereaving blessedly
The Christ carefully put in a timeless tomb
With His Loving Light creates a new womb.
A Happy Easter
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
“Le lacrime del Cuore”
As the tears faithfully fall on cedar wood
A chaotic still thru sacerdotal sky where it stood
And blood rapidly runs down on cypress veins
Where the palpitating pine sadly shows its pains
The birds of prey perched perfectly passive
As the heart hinders to their words impassive
Nazarene nails reveal their tenacious teeth
And the sands of sorrow bellow underneath
A bludgeoned body from east to west
As the wounded wood is gently blessed
The heavens hibernate with clouds of grey
To meaningfully mourn this degenerative day
The cryptical cross now stands surreal
For a King is crowned with thorns that seal.
By Anthony Slausen
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
A truth could not my heart unfathom why
How by the death of One who cannot die
That such a sinful mortal live for aye
With blood stained hands my guilt He sanctify
All hail the worthy lamb though priceless slain!
God's only Son, most perfect without blame
Such grace I undeservingly obtain
My hell and pain He suffered not in vain
With joyful grief I bind with altar cords
My fainted heart pierced by thy holy sword
Till it breaks out with songs of loving words
Of praise unto my King and Lord of lords
That day shall come when all would cease from strife.
And so as Thee will I be raised to life
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017
With plastic chicks and eggs upon it,
She looked a beauty in her bonnet,
And so I wrote an Easter sonnet.
For Andrea’s Itty Bitty contest
Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2014
I started hooping like a bunny,
Carrying my big chocolate egg,
But thought it could be funny
To hop while using just one leg,
I saw thru the window’s frame
A cuckoo bird on the ground.
She and I were doing the same,
So I imitated the cuckoo’s sound.
She was curious and I was too:
Did the bird understand my coo?
Or she only wanted to protest:
“Put back this egg on the nest!”
So I undid the egg’s blue lace:
“Would you do too in my place?”
Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo
Copyright © João Camilo | Year Posted 2014
The celebration cometh as Christ
was nailed on the cross of cavalry
carrying our burden of sins.
Everyone was bitter sad and
He spoke out is last storming statement
That was stamped by heaven and
gave up the ghost.
On the third day;
He resurrected and appear to his
people, who is he”JESUS CHRIST”
he is alive, he never dies but slept!!!
Copyright © Ajala Samuel Akindele | Year Posted 2014
The river is so calm, flows with such great ease
It does move, but only when there is a breeze
I feel like taking a dip in the water
But most people would wonder what’s the matter
It seemed like a good idea for Sunday
Knowing its Easter, its cold, I say no way
I’m a little crazy, but not that insane
I sure would not do something quite this inane
The water still looks pristine and beautiful
I still put my toes in the water, prideful
It takes me aback, but I love the cool feel
It makes me feel alive, and know that I’m real
Someday soon I will go for a swim in here
When it is warmer, the best time of the year
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
On this most holy of days
I stop for a moment to think
Of sin and its horrible stink
I begin to mend my ways
I give jesus the praise
I no longer at sin will wink
Now it makes me blink
I care what Jesus says
He is my Savior now
He died to make me whole
At my sin He didn't scowl
He gave His life for my soul
He died to set me free
Now sin has no hold on me!
Copyright © Marvin D. Schrebe | Year Posted 2013
Pre Easter Prayer 2015
In the name of Jesus Christ who is our Lord and Savior,
I start by closing my eyes,
And sending my spirit in the heaven closer to our God,
I speak a holly tongue,
I open the entire heaven and let the holly wind blow to whole earth,
And let the fire of the Holly Spirit to clean every dark in this world,
The sword of fire to cut the connection of the space and of earth,
I confirm the arrest of Lucifer,
Whose hands is cuffed by hot wires,
I speak to everything of this earth to listen to the word,
I tie the hearts and the mouth of the darkness,
I sprinkle the word Jesus to all their spells to confuse them,
And number 7 in all their numbers to dilute them
I tie all their hands and legs by hot rods,
Their mouth by hot glue,
I save every soul which was meant to be lost or suffer according to the darkness,
And any part of earth which was meant to be destroyed,
I again send fire to the houses and the hearts of the witches,
To burn all their tools to ashes,
I declare the Easter anointed, blessed and protected to everyone,
As everyone go through this Prayer. Is anointed and protected.
Today, tomorrow and forever…..
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2015
Roman whip,a scourge from evil brings death
Dripping blood stings through history from deed
Pilate asked " Was he God " if so confess
His duty, to die for our sins, to bleed
Burden written in antiquity's words
Scrolls of lashed parchment read by Priests, to street
Spoke of a sinless mouth where love is heard
To share in peace,five loaves, two fish to eat
Evil with whip splays man's warm flesh
Ancient script played out for humanity's fate
As a bloody cross beholds human thresh
Husks and stems from man and God separate
And the joy bought by Priests becomes far worse
To kill this shepherd,for devil a curse
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
Depends on whom you ask. Ask an adult
He might say, "a Christian celebration
Of Christ's resurrection."- religious cult.
A Man's literal interpretation.
An adolescent might say," chocolate
And colored eggs; a bunny, a bonnet.
A sugary excuse to celebrate."
A child's interpretation don't forget.
So, what do we do now? What is Easter?
The two beliefs are sound yet different.
The first, intangible. If you prefer
The latter, substance; a happy event.
In either case we all at least agree
Easter has arrived indubitably.
Copyright © Albert Ahearn | Year Posted 2009
Easter morning sunrise,
the day begins anew.
Darkness flees the skies,
from black, to gray, to blue.
Easter season springtime.
New life begins to grow.
Winters death leaves no sign,
only green where laid snow.
Easters true victory,
when Christ arose again,
forcing deaths fear to flee,
so we are free as planned.
Creations picture shows,
what our soul deeply knows.
For the "Easter inspirations" contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
A wood of snowdrops in the dawn,
yellow daffodils light the morn,
the scent of new mown grass,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
Bare branches greening up ,in bud,
busy birds line nesting with mud,
clematis spreading fast,
Spring,Spring,here at last;
The honeysuckle,leafing green,
new arrivals,in hedgerows seen,
Spring,Spring is in the earth,
our thoughts turn to new birth.
As Friday becomes Easter day,
we then,with hallelujahs pray.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
SONNET FROM CHRIST
I never thought of coming to this evil land
My father sent me though it wasn't a command
I was invisible until I turned dust
It was my father's wish thus a must
You were all uncircumcised until I arrived finally
I came to set you free
I was not unaware of the pain I would go through
They debased me because of you
I was virtually nude when they hanged me on that transit tree
My father's wish came to pass untrammeled
You whom I freed went back and stumbled
After I sacrificed my blood, you subjected me to disdain
My father sometimes feels I came to toil in vain
You hide behind the facade of my commemoration and escalate my pain
Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015
This is the Easter celebration season, in memory of the risen Christ; that is the reason.
In the garden Jesus could have called a legion of angels, been rescued and salvation naught.
But he loved man-kind so….He endured whatever it brought.
Buffeted about, he was pierced in his side.
The week before hailed, on a foal He did ride.
Coats and palms were laid at his feet.
“HOSANNAH in the Highest” echoed through the streets.
Tried, Pilate could find no fault in Him.
The Jewish religious leaders decided on death; no matter how grim.
Beaten and scourged, a crown of thorns crushed on his head; misunderstood by the thousands he fed.
The lesser of two choices was He.
Smacked, spat upon, beaten, scourged and scorned; then nailed to a tree.
Copyright © Gary Nichols | Year Posted 2012
Nobody deserved to die,
Nobody deserve to be tormented,
No country deserve to be destroyed,
No country deserve to have a weak economy,
God created the heaven and earth,
And all that is in it,
And created the human being in his own image,
So he loved the world and send his only son to this world,
To rescue the human being from evil torment,
Who crucified, died and RISE on day three,
His blood from the cross fell down a filled the whole earth,
That’s for a God’s mercy on human being,
I am sending the same blood to all hospitals,
To all roads and all the cars to on world roads,
On every corner of the continent,
On every economy in this world,
I know that the evil pot is awaiting for human blood,
And the spirits are waiting to swallow some parts of this world,
Or swallow the beautiful things the human being created on earth,
Economies of the continent to be sucked down to useless,
By the same blood of Jesus and his authority and faith,
I declare all above being protected and be sealed by Jesus blood and Fire,
Fire of the Holly Spirit,
I declare permanent protection and solution to every economy and businesses,
Permanent protection to every human being and cars against BLOOD RUSH-TIME,
Permanent protection to every continent against ALL- GOOD-DESTRUCTION,
Permanent protection and hope of life to all in hospitals against HOSPITAL-BED-SWEEPOFF,
To the end of the world,
Shall these be received,
In Jesus name.
Copyright © Mulaudzi Ndifelani Eric | Year Posted 2016
The cloudy day omens a dreary week
As we count down to Easter, next Sunday.
After Lent message, we’re too sad to speak.
We’re seeing everything in shades of grey.
We gladly waved our palm leaves on the way,
Not knowing where His final steps would lead.
For evil sin, with his pure life he’ll pay.
We weep that our own actions bring the need.
At Easter Sunrise Services, the sky
Is brightened by a most rewarding sight.
The good news must have been the reason why
The clouds have dissipated in the night.
His love more than we ere dare envision.
Halleluiah, He is truly risen!
An English Sonnet for Debbie and Cyndi’s Sonneteer Contest.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
One with the truth this love that heals,
Urge each fine soul to live fond cheer;
Rise with sure proof of wonder's thrill.
Heart feels now whole in love most dear,
Ask for wise touch to bring the light;
Prize thus pure grace that prompts our best,
Peace moves as much a deeper sight;
Yield mellow trace in lovely fest.
Each face can feel love's healing grace,
Abide clear health upon the way;
Sign God's goodwill upon our race,
Taste ample wealth in soul's grand day;
Enter each heart as soul goes round,
Rapture funds start on earthly grounds.
16 April 2017
Copyright © Leon Enriquez | Year Posted 2017
When bird song rumored dawn, I climbed a hill,
A hill I've climbed before, again, again.
I came to learn a song so glad and still
It only sounds at dawn, just when...Just when.
I climb because He said the shadow lifts
Like mist is burned from silver mirror lakes,
Then new reflection on the surface drifts
As all below the surface breaks. It breaks.
A breeze strummed grass, and gold announced the dawn.
The common graces seemed to chant the start
Of day; yet only this day breaks upon
The symphonies inside your heart. Your heart.
Among the miracles that Easter gives
Are songs of Always. Listen now. He lives!
Copyright © Barbara Long | Year Posted 2006
If Purpose Be Grave
In Sorrowful but Grateful Reflection
My Lord, I’m tempted to Ask
Did You really have to Die
Did You have to bare the Cross
Did You have to take the Strokes
All that for Me, Must You?
To my thoughts You answered
That Life is about Fulfilling Purpose
But when Purpose be Grave and Fierce
Lord, do You have to Pursue?
Through this I’ve learnt and Now I’m Saved
In all, My Lord am grateful, You’re Risen
Like You, My Life I’ll Live for My Neighbour
And if Purpose be Grave, Lord I’ll still Pursue
@APRIL 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled
Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2017
Death always wins the struggle at the end
Despair without delay then comes unbend
Depress the mind that often would extend
Discourage hearts when all our strength we spend
Despite of this we seldom condescend
Defeat to that which we cannot contend
Defend ourselves from whom we must depend
Disproves to us that death is not our friend
Deserted grave lay open that was lend
Dark emptiness three days that need expend
Due to the Lord of life the cave did rend
Delivers hope to all that he would send
Delightful day when heaven’s Lord descends!
Death’s reign ends when our soul to Christ commend
Copyright © Jun Gonzales | Year Posted 2017