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Details | Free verse |
On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun On that day, Winter solitude would be gone The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness Through the same breath,through the same soul We would live again as one ,no matter who we are No matter the colour of our skin,Gay or straight rich or poor,innocent or once found guilty. No matter if We are lawyers,prisoners,doctors or pheasants No matter our political believes ,nor our different religions A catholic,a muslim,a buddhist , a hinduist,or a jew . On that day,we would all wear identical dresses We would all be the significant other ,because He has died, and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter,John and Judah for Lazarus and Maria Magdalene, Jesus died for me , He has died for you ,for him ,for her,and even for them. He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry for each and every name engraved upon our Father's palm. He was born to die,but its not his death that we celebrate , We celebrate His life ,because we believe in life We celebrate His forgivness ,because We experienced the beauty of forgivness ,the happiness ,the return of blissful joy. and , We celebrate the ever present love Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us Jesus was born to die , but He was born to rise Upon death He has risen , through His death We survived Because of Him , in the darkness ,in the labyrinth of our night There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle that fills our hearts with hope ,and warming light.

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2015




Details | Free verse |
The Happy Field and Spring Shower Hand in hand, we fluttered like two butterflies among the fragrant flowers of the field and meandered, singing songs, along a stream. No agendas to keep to; no schedules to curtail the pure pleasure that we took in consuming every lovely hour of our Saturday. With our picnic lunch, we sat down on a blanket. Later we lay looking up at clouds. Transported to the wonderland of our imagination, we named them fluffy mountain ranges, bunnies, sheep, and Easter lily petals until they morphed into lopsided bearded faces, huge white polar bears and cotton-breathing dragons. Unexpectedly, the clouds grew dark, and suddenly, we saw and felt large raindrops splatter on our skin. We fled our happy field, arriving home - two children, wet and laughing, just as the spring shower let up. How were we to know in the springtime of our lives that the field and the rain from which we fled I’d one day write about as metaphors for youth. Written for the Spring Showers contest 3/30/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Good Friday, is the day Jesus was crucified on the cross.  
Jesus was willing to give His life for ours in order to give 
us eternal life.

Easter Sunday, is the day Jesus rose from his tomb. 
This is a joyous day and reminds us of His love for all
of us.

This is why I celebrate Easter, because I love Jesus for
all he did for you and for me.
He has prepared us a home in heaven and filled it with 
his everlasting love for us.


For Linda-Marie's  "Easter Inspirations" Contest
Written by: Carol Brown
03/30/2012
4th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012




Details | Free verse |
The morning sun peeks in my window as I feel a tug at my feet how could I not smile at that little sheepish grin Easter morn has arrived He is risen and so shall I Pitter-patter across the worn pine floor giggles, shrieks and laughter fill my home searching for the hidden coloured eggs my joyous children roam. Such a special day. Dressed in our new spring best we show our love for Him celebrating with close friends and family indulging in delectable candies and cakes a family game of whiffle ball, pushing my little one on the swings enjoying each others company basking in the freshness of the great outdoors The skies begin to darken the stars start to shine our day has come to an end. After all the hugs are given the I love you's spoken kisses blown, good byes said I climb up high into my cold brass bed and reflect upon this glorious day again it's just me and You

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day when one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s  will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separated by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us 
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
The wind is break dancing with the trees. beating a rapper’s song. Limbs flail on the tarmac. Rain flies like sweat from corn rows across the expanse of asphalt. A barrage precipitates against the window pane with the rata-tat-tat of a machine gun’s bullets as the front passes.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
I want to write a poem about Easter for you Lord
Easter is a special Day
A day that you had died for us and were raised from the dead
A day where one’s sins are forgiven once they believe in You
And accept You as their Savior
A day where one becomes new as you raised from the dead
So he or she is raised from the spiritual death
A day to celebrate Life –the Eternal Life
Your Life, our Life
Life is possible only after you obeyed and followed your Father’s  will
Life is possible only after you endured the pain and gave up your life
It’s because of You that we now can be with you and have Life - eternal
The sacrificial Lamb
Because of You Jesus, our sins are forgiven and we are perfect in God’s eyes
Because of You, we can enjoy the life here now on earth and then will too in Heaven
We are new creations –our old ones are gone
We are free
No longer bound to sins and death
Because of You, nothing can touch us
We are separate by the Blood of the King
Because of You, we received our healing in advance
You paid with your life for us at Calvary
God did not forsake You
Just like He did not forsake us 
And sent You to take our place
Thank you Jesus for what you’ve done
Died in our place – You who have no sins
Became sins for us
Jesus, that is what Easter meant for us
Indebted to you Lord
Forever our Rescuer, Redeemer, Deliverer
Savior
Forever Our greatest King

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
His
likeness
and lifestyle-
leapt out from a
book
and 
left his
fingerprints
on a troubled
world.

Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic Verse |
				MAUNDY THURSDAY

The Upper Room was hushed that night,
 	As frightened friends supped their last as one.
Shoving back the morrow
	When their leader would be gone.

This is my body—broken for you;
	You are my beloved—take my blood, too.
Do this and as oft as you do it,
	Do it in remembrance of me.

	(A shipman shivered on a night-long watch
	The night was warm, but he was not.
	“There is a horror in the air breathed he.)

And for you I will go to the tree.
	For you, I will give all of me.

	(Outside somewhere across the world
	A bird stopped singing, dropped its head,
	And curled its wings under in a roosting pose.)

Did he know—did he really know
He would rise again and live
He has surely faithed it so!
And with body trembling but heart obedient.
     He would go.

	(And in the distance a cobbler nailing
	Finished his last shoes for the day.)

My soul screams, He silent cries!
	By what decree must it be
That I must lie upon a tree and nailed be,
	Beaten by the throng—I have done no wrong!
Have You forsaken me—here in my Gethsemane?

	(If you can listen, you can hear a
	Mother’s lullaby song.)

Father, you chose me for this desperate task
	That they may all know Love at last.
Thy will be done.
	As We are One.

	(The feverish earth turns, dances, sings, sails, nails,
	Rocks without eyes – without ears – it spins on.)

Easter is not yet.

Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
What do you want the world to know about Easter Lord?
How do you want one to know more about you?
What is Easter Lord?
Is it when you died and raised from the dead?
And we are just like you 
Because of what you did we can be the same
Being raised from the spiritual grave
What else do you want us to learn about this Lord?
That we can be a new person, the old one is gone
Old sins are forgiven –paid by you
What else Lord? 
That one has to ask You in their life 
And be their Savior
Then and only then it should be done
Okay Lord, I got it
You are my Savior
My Lord, I confess you as my Lord and Savior
Be with me Lord 
Be in my life and guide me
Through twists and turns
I need you
I need you Lord
Be in my world
Forever and always
I love you
My Lord, my Being
My Forever and Faithful One
My One and Only One
My Everything and All Things
My Ever Now and Always
My Joy and Well Being
My Confidant, My Friend
My Father, My All-Consuming One

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |


We want to always remember

There are times in our lives

As by faith we take new steps

In what we're going through

Although it happened long ago

Announcing your immortality

Gesture of growing like a beautiful plant

Heaven is a place with streets paved with gold

With a feeling of sweet love hug sent from Heaven`s angels





02.04.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Did you know?
Know
Love
Lord

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The Colors Of Mercy What is the color of mercy? The color of mercy is the color of the bricks, where JESUS walked on the path of sorrows. What is the color of mercy? It is the brown thorns of the crown that JESUS wore on his head. What is the color of mercy? It is red - the blood that JESUS bled for our sins. What is the color of mercy? It is the color of the cross that JESUS carried to His crucifixion. What is the color of mercy? It is the whitest white that you have seen, when JESUS cleans you of your sin. Those are the colors of mercy. They are the most beautiful colors - that JESUS showed us, on the day He died for our sins...
03/31/2014 Written by Lucila M. Carrillo

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Translation:

Humanity

And so here I am
and here I see myself in white,
my skin -a midnight snowfall
where no one can stain me
with their footprints, their black footprints.
And so here I am alone.
The dawn sings to me uninhibited,
she sings of the kisses of the sun in the morning,
of the soft swaying of the stars,
their dances, their fiery weddings.
And so she sings to me in a still, small whisper,
with it she leaves me breathless,
the weight of the secrets of ages
fills up my mouth with ashes
that taste like the grave.

My tongue has become 
the voice of the ancients.
And I am alone
but I don't feel alone. 
Their fingers diffuse,
spreading out across my eyelids,
the dead resurrect like the sun 
in my eyes. 

And their wisdom in my face is a tombstone;
in my body, an Easter Sunday.

They fold in the wrinkles of a beggar woman.
They flow like tears from the open mouth of the sky.
They are sparks in the memory of children.
They hold together the stones of the Pyramids
and fill the cracks in the bones of the mountains.

And in truth our feet 
begin to decompose,
to unite with the roots of the world.
And in truth we are alone
but we don't feel alone.

We carry knowledge in ivory,
mystery, forgotten nostalgia. 
In our veins runs the blood
of warriors,
in our lungs
the words
of God. 

Copyright © Hana Ryusaka | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |
He closed his eyes
And died in pain;
But like the sun,
He rose again.

Jack Horne for Linda-Marie’s Easter Inspirations contest

Copyright © jack horne | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby

Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |
At the last supper He declared,
"One of you is my betrayer".
They questioned Him and each  denied
Then all joined in song and prayer.
Mount Olive was the next stop
They could see He was distressed,
But they fell asleep while He prayed,
Even those who loved Him best.

When the mobs came with their clubs and swords,
Disciples turned from men to mice.
Even stalwart Peter faltered
And in fact denied him thrice.
Then Judas boldly kissed Him.
It was the cruel betrayer's sign
And they took him off to Pilate.
All was part of God's design.

Jesus had to die to save us.
Calmly He accepted fate.
"Crucify Him. Crucify Him."
Love for their Christ had turned to hate.
They nailed Him to the cross and mocked Him
As He hung between two thieves.
Jesus said to His companions,
"I  can save he who believes."

Darkness fell across the whole land
And at three o'clock He died.
Then the women who had followed
And His mother loudly cried.
Joseph from Arimathea took His body
Which Pilate graciously allowed.
Joseph wrapping Him in linen
Carried Him past sobered crowd.

The two Marys who had followed
And another named Salome
Watched as He was quickly buried
Then each went sadly to her home.
On the evening of the Sabbath
They brought spices to embalm Him,
These two Marys and Salome
Who had worshiped and adored Him.  

Early on that Sunday morning,
The women again came to the tomb.
Unsure if they could roll the stone
To unseal His burial room.
But they found the room wide open
With an angel sitting there.
"Your Lord's not here, He has arisen."
They could only stand and stare.

Mary Magdalene, cured from demons,
Was first to see Him now alive.
She told disciples, but they answered
"That's a bad tale to contrive"
The grieving disciples locked themselves
Into safety in a room.
They felt as isolated 
As was Jesus in His tomb.

To their amazement, Jesus entered
Showed His dreadful wounds and scars.
He told them He would rise to Heaven.
(Is Heaven found among the stars?)
He bade them to tell His story
And to spread it through all lands.
The faithful disciples did so
And the world now understands

That we sinners killed our Savior,
But we know we'll be forgiven.
If we believe in Him and trust Him,
He will gather us to Heaven.

Written: March 31, 2015

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Oh Most Heavenly Farther 
please forgive me in my sins 
Gracious Star of Bethlehem 
I believe in your only Son crowned
Our Lord and King of Israel 
who died on the Holy Cross
arose on the third day 
A toll paid in our sins 
Master you paid the ultimate sacrifice 
guiding with your Holy Spirit 
makes me new again 
I believe in Our Saviors name 
forever and always Glory be 
Amen 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
a bold message
from the Easter lily
blooms fade quickly
hope of resurrection 
lies underground in the bulb


Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
His spirit took flight

Like a snowy white dove

With the sun on its wings.

It flew toward the clouds

And disappeared

Leaving only a breath of

Wonder in its wake.


© 2013 Connie Marcum Wong

Happy Easter to everyone!

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I came to set the captives free 
I gave them a chance to see me
But they got it wrong, didn’t hear
The wonderful truth I came to share
Father forgive them they know not what they do

I tried to tell them the truth about love
But they shut their ears and walked away
Afraid of what this love would entail.
So they set out a plan to bring me down
Father forgive they know not what they do.

When Judas came with massed arms troupes
And on my face he placed his kiss.
They took me away and put me on trial.
They mocked me and beat me and said I must die
Father forgive them they know not what they do

When they led me away to the hill of death
And stuck cruel nails in my hands and feet
When they lifted my cross high in the sky
And jeered and taunted the king of the Jews
Father forgive them they know not what they do

As my hour draws near and darkness descends
The man next to me speaks his final plea
You are the son of God and when you’re in heaven
Please Lord please remember me
Father forgive them for they know not what they do

The sky grew darker and the pain increases
I now will take the whole sin of the world
This weight it engulfs me like a cloak.
My father’s eyes in sorrows turn away
And all I can say is father forgive them

The story of Easter is very well known 
And we marvel at Jesus for the words that he said
BUT WHAT WILL YOU DO NOW IT’S OVER AND DONE
How will you respond to this wonderful love?

Copyright © julie clark | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Imagine what life would be like
if our worth were determine by man

if our mistakes were a barometer of our worth
our favour would run hot and cold
like a see-saw through each day

each breathe we took would be a struggle
the one thing we do without thinking
would be so difficult to achieve

but we've been blessed beyond our imagination 
because even in our darkest hour
even when we are down in the valley

God sees our worth
His Son chose to die for us
He declared; she is worth the sacrifice
He declared; he is worth the sacrifice

when in doubt,
when we feel unloved
we need to focus on the cross

God thought we were worth the sacrifice then

He still does; even today


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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
By His stripes I am healed
By His blood I am washed
I am a new creation
And forever I am free

Wash me in your spirit
Purge me from my sin
Take away the shame I feel.
And bring me into peace

Cleanse me from all wrong
Thoughts and attitudes
Cleanse my body, make me whole
Wash me clean with your power

Make me the child who can be taught
Who is willing to be led
Let me eat of the living word
And truly well be fed

Let your healing flow through me
And touch another heart
Show your loving grace through me
And let them truly see

You are the son who sets them free
When in faith they bend the knee
You have come to give them life.
And give them all eternity

Copyright © julie clark | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Marching, marching
Flowered bonnets
Flowered bonnets
Tripping the light fantastic.

Mom got so excited;
“Turn on the TV”
“Who’s the grand marshal?”
Look for the fire department in line. 

It has always been an attack on my ears
And my hat never had enough fruit on it.

Kathryn McLoughlin  Collins
March 26, 2013

Copyright © kathryn collins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going to feel
unmitigated, unsparing forces, a mighty sun
swallowed by a black hole, coughed up into a big sky.
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past.

Versus Wayne Gretsky's formulation.
When I think of my death, I think of returning
the chemicals and microorganisms I borrowed.
If my plane goes down, when we hit the ground
fruits with names will be waiting - squawbush if
in the desert uplands, rose hips on a Vermont farm.
The past is skating to where the puck will be.

I realize I have a religion, a science fiction
the size of Jupiter which is, as these things go, small:
Chardin's theory unifying physical matter, rocks
and all sentient beings into one - here's the catch -
conscious organism. Having said that, why not claim
the same for the entire universe? Rock + DNA = soil.
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past.

These trees cannot feed me.
Self-sufficiency is relevant only in context of community, economy.
Every drug, every vitamin is wrung from plants,
tools and shelter are ore.
A tincture, infusion, decoction, a douche, a compress, poultice, a salve, a syrup.
A war president needs war.
The past is skating to where the puck will be.

5 a.m., first of Spring.
Robins still in flocks, not paired off. But crows
mating on the sky - two couples dating
a sign of luck, that Celtic god passing Peter talked about.
8,000 generations, I reach only to my grandparents
but history and the naming of things extend our vision.
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past.

I was handcuffed but not beaten. Humiliated but not insulted.
And when I came before the judge, he was uninterested
in vengeance or restitution. He had his own death before him,
probably. I keep wanting to go back
to before the big bang, reading books about the cosmos,
FLO, LUCA, the texture of reality, consciousness, God-seeking.
The past is skating to where the puck will be.

For the next 5-10 years my goals are: geographically
compact and contiguous Congressional districts, term limits
for Federal legislators and judges, election of the president
by direct popular vote, public financing, spending limits and free
air time for candidates, abolish UN vetoes, consent of the governed
before governments can sit in global councils.
The past isn't dead. It isn't even past.

No greater tragedy than the death of your children.
Yet you live on, eyes drained of color. Old,
you make plans. To know the names of every flower
in the temperate zone. Every bird by its song.
Just as you're about to reach your goal, a tipping point
comes along: a nuclear detonation or it gets too cold.
The past is skating to where the puck will be.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Sister, you left me without saying goodbye
And lived your life in a wink and a sigh
Born in the spring with a short season to give
I lost you in the fall leaving a long winter to outlive
 
You taught me love and held me close in my grief
I'm wishing we had never put our faith in false belief
Nothing could harm us as we sought out love
When you were gone, something I could barely speak of

I miss your presence even more today
On your birthday, this Easter Sunday
I have only to hope and pray
And wonder about the woman you would have become
Lend me your strength not to succumb

To sadness, yet whisper to me to go on and grow
So I carry you with me wherever I go
You're there in my dreams and never really apart
Now you can finally take flight and know heaven's heart
You are my April angel that will never depart

 

Copyright © Karen Dominick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
A crowded table, all suspended in shock 
The sound of the shot dimming to a ‘knock’
Only silence, except for the marching clock
The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Loud cries arise from the elongated table,
Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable
To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable
For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

They searched for hours, called in C.S.I,
Panic set in, would the children all cry?
Sandman confirmed the bunny had died
Batman suspected somebody had lied
WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY?

Guests were quizzed, interrogations began
The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran,
Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van
But was stopped in his tracks by superman
SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

A child up past his bedtime sat and stared,
a penny now for what he's thinking,
in the garden snow was scarce,
he saw the sculpture slowly shrinking.

He hadn't paid attention
when in those mid-winter thaws
the sculpture upped and disappeared,
'cos there was Santa Claus! 

the Tooth Fairy! the Easter Bunny! 
all are real to him right now,
sparking his imagination,
causing him to giggle 
for those presents, candies, shiny quarters
made his young heart sing with joy!

Much later, as a loving father,
he'll relive these wondrous dreams, 
and enjoy them with his kids,
these wondrous dreams 
now well remembered,
of the days when he was just a boy.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Who Am I?

Because I was born out of wedlock, 
My mum and dad taught me that the poor were good, 
And that so many just needed a doctor, 
To understand them when they were crook. 

No-one else had ever treated them, 
Doctors in Israel only attended rich people’s houses, 
And the prestige of being wealthy, 
Was derived from our interest in their happiness. 

It was imbued into me that love was given, 
From the heart by acts of kindness, not by money,
And that you could love somebody, anybody, anytime, 
Out with social rhetoric or rhyme. 

I was good at joinery, 
But my inquisitive mind took me into medicine, 
Into making people better, healthier, fit and able, 
Not paralysed, dying or suffering from epileptic seizures.

Day one, and I just hoped I would have a cold, 
But that was not to be you see, 
So I took a deep breath and grit my teeth,
And in humility treated the first poor person ever. 

Shock and horror and the neighbours talking, 
Nobody there to wipe my slightly embarrassed sweated brow, 
Only John my best friend hung around outside, 
Whilst I bandaged up the labourer’s lacerated leg. 

But soon after, when I had set my practise, 
Luke befriended me bold and stalwartly, 
Because he was just a normal Nazareth doctor, 
And I’d been predicted as the people’s saviour from bad health. 

Not noted as the original national health service, 
But respected thereafter ‘cos they said I’d resurrected, 
They gave me a voice when I was dead and long gone, 
Said that they believed in me with everything they had.  

Everyone knew what was meant when they admitted, 
“I believe in Jesus!” because it was a stand,  
For the freedom and life of the poor, for a just society, 
Which gave these supposed sinners access to medical doctors. Grand. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2016