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What Easter Means to Me

I followed you from Galilee
To that sad day on Calvary
     Of love You spoke
     New hope You woke

Some said I was a prostitute
In me You saw no ill repute
     My heart now cries
     I watch You die

Sharp spikes that pierce Your hands draw blood
And through my heart emotions flood
     A Son so blessed
     Is laid to rest

Three days I stayed outside Your tomb
Never to see You I presumed
     And though I mourned
     Glory's reborn
I genuflect and watch You rise
To join Your Father in the skies
     This blessed day
     Showed us “The Way”

The sacrifice You made for man
Celebrated in many lands
     Easter Sunday
     Give thanks and pray

Written in the first-person view of Mary Magdalene, one of Christ’s best known 
disciples.  According to modern religious scholars, the Gospels of Mark and John say 
she was the first person to see Jesus after he rose from the dead. 

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011

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I Celebrate Easter

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
4th Place Winner

Copyright © Carol Sunshine Brown | Year Posted 2012

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the meaning of Easter

jesus died and jerusalem went black the wind howled and the sky thundered loudly people ran in fear as the earth moaned but the beloved stayed jesus was buried in the early evening those who believed in him carried his limp body and the mary's and others followed weeping they washed and anointed him with myrrh and aloe wrapping him gently in a linen cloth with no words spoken in sadness they rolled a huge stone over the entrance leaving him in silence within his tomb it was in the hush of dawn on the third day the mary's returned they found the stone rolled away and the tomb empty the soldiers who had been guarding the tomb had fled in fear an angel in brilliant light appeared telling them that christ had risen from the dead frightened and in shock they ran to tell the apostles after his rising, jesus appeared to many he could eat, walk and talk to those he visited showing them the holes in his hands, side and feet and allowing them to touch him for forty days he remained and on the fortieth day he rose he was carried up into heaven and we the followers celebrate his death at Easter and his rising on Easter sunday . . . defeating death _________________________ April 1, 2014 Ekphrasis/the meaning of Easter Copyright Protected, ID 658844 Pascal Premier Contest Brian Strand

Copyright © Dear Heart | Year Posted 2015

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Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!

Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012

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Sunday Best

What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?

Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d hurry to Christ’s grave
Rejoice to find it empty, and shout within the cave

What if crimson spotted robes replaced our light pastels?
And thorns were thought more beautiful than eggs with painted shells?

We’d tie our aprons at our waists and wash each other’s feet
A sponge of vinegar we’d taste, instead of chocolate treats

What if the fluffy bunnies moved over for the Lamb?
And recognized the Prince of Peace, the King, the great I Am?

Instead of Easter baskets, our hearts would overflow
With kindness and concern for those we do and do not know

A prize egg fat with silver coins would lose its mass appeal
For Jesus is the Risen Christ, and all before Him kneel

Father, Teacher, Son of Man, Redeemer, Risen Lord
Master, Savior, Son of God, Christ will not be ignored!

So as we dye our hard boiled eggs, and tie our pretty bows
Let us remember Jesus Christ, from whom all blessings flow

Ours is life washed free from sin, for Jesus paid the price
He died to rise on Easter morn, our living sacrifice

Copyright © Anna Kittrell | Year Posted 2009

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circumference of thorns
holes in hands ~  those healing palms
feet fastened – nail chains


Father forgive them
for they know not what they do
(And) It is finished


violent earthquake
up from the grave ~ walking dead
wind-sheered curtain splits


abysmal weeping
terrified person denies
the cock crows three times


empty gaping hole
world’s paying attention now
dawning of new day


spurs our hearts and souls
salvation’s glorious hope
King of kings ~ all bow

Kim Rodrigues © 2017

Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017

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Embers of Time

Time comes--time goes and we forget
The wonder of its being.
The sights it brings to dazzle us
We see without the seeing.

But lo, there comes a special day
When we mark every minute,
A time when everything is right
And every moment in it.

Such a day was yesterday,
With Easter Sunday dawning,
I know I'd see all those I love
Before the nighttime's yawning.

Time to remember-time to keep
Within my book of living.
I am so grateful to my God
For the special times He's giving.


Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014

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My Opinion on Religion Take 9

My opinion on religion Take 1
I am in the unexpected throes of spring cleaning
Suddenly with no warning 
7 people are unexpectedly arriving in a few minutes for an Easter lunch.
Easter lunch already?
Why didn’t anyone mention this at church last Sunday, Palm Sunday?
Are some secrets just too good to be shared?
My opinion on religion Take 2
Nothing has hurt more people, divided more families, or killed more people than religion.
And, please ask the LGBTQ+ community, who has caused them more psychological damage
Than churchgoers?
My opinion on religion Take 3
As a child, I felt uncomfortable in church, where people laughed at others misfortune
Behind paper fans and knowing glances.
They made fun of them.
They talked about the heathens.
Anybody who didn’t believe what they did, was a heathen and would go to hell for it.
I had news for them. No one believes exactly like you do, because no one IS you.
And I’m not going to hell.
My opinion on religion Take 4
When I was ten, two boys my age chased me down on an Easter Sunday after
Sunday “school” and threw me into a mud puddle, pretty dress, petticoats and all.
Just to make me cry.
I did.
My mother called their mothers.
Mother B said my mother was a liar, this was not her boy.
Mother A dragged boy 2 over by a sore ear, and made him stammer, and apologize.
Mother B’s son is serving his 47th year in prison this year.
Mother A’s son retired several years ago as a four star general.
My opinion on religion Take 5
Neither my sister or I can read in public without hyperventilating and stammering, due to a nasty school teacher who barked her idea of correct Biblical pronunciations at us in a mean way every Sunday as she FORCED us to read aloud and the whole class laughed at us, including this “very good” teacher.
Happily, we angel-bound souls were encouraged to laugh at them when it was their turns.
My opinion on religion Take 6
I used to church shop – Presbyterian, Lutheran, Catholic, Disciples of Christ, Baptist.
I have been to all of them, and the best I have found in 32 years of moving is a black church.
I was the only pink one there.
I had a fine time yelling and screaming, shrieking with laughter sometimes, but never to make fun.
Because I felt the Holy Spirit in that church.
“We never had anyone cheer before,” the pastor told me, “Until you came along, but we liked it.”
I loved that church.
Until the service got longer, and longer, and longer.
Pretty soon, the minister was so glory-upped in his talking that we were only allowed
A 15 minute lunch break, and we had supper at church where we started breakfast.
My opinion of church Take 7
During one of my school’s group counseling sessions one of my 8-year-olds told the group that his daddy was the most religious person in their family.
This surprised me, as I knew this boy had welts, and secret bruises, which had been hot-line-able due to the angry attitude of dear old Daddy.
“How do you know he’s religious?” I asked him.
His face brightened right up.
“He was so mad at my sister when she got home on Sunday morning, he hit her with the Bible ‘til the cover came off!  It flew across the room, and landed next to a Jesus picture.”
My opinion of Church Take 8
A superintendent of schools and I got into a heated argument when I begged him and the rest of his Gideons to please stop bringing Bibles to school.
“These kids need Bibles!” He argued.
The Jewish children? The Native American children? The Middle Eastern children?”
“It has to stop!” I told him. “The teachers have made a little list of who’s going to heaven and hell based on which child refused to take it. It’s posted in the teacher’s lounge,” I said. “Come see.”
 “I know my teachers better than that,”  he argued.
No, he didn’t.
And that is all I have to say about religion.

Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018

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You have sacrificed yourself sweet Jesus for our redemption

Yet we celebrated Hare's Day instead of Your holy Resurrection! 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
        17 April 2017

* Although the poem that was chosen as POTD on Easter Sunday is a fine one as a poem, I find it  most inappropriate for to celebrate our Lord's Resurrection. We have to remember that the Easter Sunday has to do with our Lord's victory over Death and not with a hare's sweet  eggs. 

It is not the case that I do not love the poet or the poem but I love Jesus more! 

PS: I know this might cost me dearly but I must defend our Lord's Passion.

Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2017

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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

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You got it on Easter Sunday

Did you know?

Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2013

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A Lost Soul

~ To My Brother~

When I live in the darkness for days and nights I don't 
envisage to write a poem,but here I am crying over
the loss of my brother who died on Easter Sunday,
I stopped allowing my roses to come and sit by my side,
I left them those dozens of exotic colors to die,
I don't throw them away my living room with the china 
vase looks dead,even the colors have faded away,I watch 
my China table its on the verge of closing on itself,
just to get away not to breath from my grieving air.

Tonight I am in pain,my vision is overflowing with
endless tears,I am alone because my brother left me 
and went away,he didn't even say goodbye,I didn't hear 
him cry or even try to live as he knew he had to go away 
in silence,carrying with him his lung cancer disease.
He died alone on a hospital bed his heart betrayed him 
Why,he was still young 70 is not old,what was he feeling
we will never know,was he afraid,was he sad,was he 
suffering,he was screaming they told me out of pain,
he was struggling maybe wanting to remain alive to 
come back to see us at least one more time before his 
final breath will give up on him,was he delusional 
the whole morning till 6 30 PM when his soul became
muted,sad,as God wanted him to join his late brother 
mother and father.

My pain is not only I miss him,its in what state of mind he 
was in when he gave up, we will never know.
This endless emptiness he left behind will linger forever. 
Now only I can wish you a goodbye.My children & I
Will always Love you.

Therese Bacha 

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

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Famous Last Lines

Despair Erased (Poem entered in contest before)

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 our sin, with his pure life he will pay.
We weep that our own actions bring the need.

At Easter Sunday 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!

Famous Last Lines

Halleluiah, He is truly risen!
We sing these words when Easter comes around.
For Lent we've borne the burden of betrayal
And have mourned as he was laid within the ground.

The Easter Sunday Services brought good news.
Christ has risen and the stone is rolled away.
This heavy boulder also took our burdens.
If we believe, we will not have to pay.

Good Friday brought us into deep depression,
When Jesus suffered for our selfish sin.
The bells of Easter tell another story
Christ has risen and we sinners are forgiven.

Written February 28, 2016

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016

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Special Days

Special Days Written: by Tom Wright 4/13/2006 It seems that for almost everything We’ve set aside a special day. We recognize others for their work And sometimes for their play; There’s a day set aside for Mothers And likewise for Fathers too; I’m sure that in this hodgepodge There’s one that will cover you. There’s a day to honor our Veterans, Our police, firemen and teachers; A National Fan Day even exists For those who fill the bleachers. There is New Years, and Ash Wednesday, And Saint Valentine’s Day too. And yes, the hard working Secretary At last has been given her due. We honor a few past Presidents, Palm Sunday and beginning of Lent; Our calendar has gotten so crowded But Easter Sunday is time well spent. We’ve Christmas, and Thanksgiving And we recognize Flag Day too. Then there’s Martin Luther King Day And I suspect for a Boy Named Sue. Armed forces and Daylight Savings Each has their very own day. Labor Day and Columbus too Are remembered in this special way; We’ve Election Day, and Bosses Day, We honor the Devil on Halloween. And then there’s old St. Patrick’s For the donning of the green; There’s Boxing Day and Yom Kipper And the gobs between I’ve missed. That I classify as the minor ones I could name if you should insist. Birthdays, and Anniversaries, We treat really special too. With all these days to remember Just what is a guy to do? Even old Phil the Ground Hog His day has long been real. It’s enough to cause a country boy To shout, Hey, what’s the deal?

Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015

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Easter Goodies

Easter comes but once a year,
In the early spring.
Lots of fresh eggs painted bright
For bunny to bring.

Christ was laid upon the cross
For to bear our sins.
Easter Sunday He will rise.
Goodness always wins.

For trochee 7/5 ocontest

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2015

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if you're a witness shout out

Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to His miraculous deeds you need to shout out
So that your praise and worship of Him is never in doubt
No matter your situation or what you're facing in life
Don't get stuck on personal pain turn it over to Christ

When Jesus rode into the city on Palm Sunday
It was a triumphant, jubilant and very loud display
In attendance were those who believed, those who witnessed
and those who received His wonderful works
As well as the Pharisees, the haters, the hanger-oners and a few jerks
Yet Jesus rode on moving towards His destiny
He did not get stuck on His personal tragedy

We need to be like Jesus moving towards our fate
We need to be like Jesus and not hesitate
But let's not get it twisted we need to understand 
That Jesus suffered most every bad thing that could happen to man
Betrayed,denied, condemned and criticized
Arrested, beaten, tortured and then crucified
But if you're a witness to the miracles that God has done
You need to give a shout out to Jesus the Christ His Son

Now Judas the Disciple had a weakness and love for coin
And the Devil used this against him to have it going on
Plotting and persuing his weakness to the extreme
Turning it into wickedness and underhanded schemes
But God had a predestined plan
He sent Mary Magdalene
Who anointed Jesus with precious perfume
In preparation for His body being entombed

On Palm Sunday on that donkey Jesus did ride
On Monday and Tuesday at the temple He sermonized
On Spy Wednesday a deadly and underhanded deal was put into place
On Maunday Thursday at the Last Supper they broke bread after saying grace
And on Good Friday from Sun up to sundown He was demoralized
And beaten the entire time until He was crucified

But that is not how the week came to end
On Easter Sunday Jesus arose to be the salvation for all men
So if you're a witness to the goodness and the sacrificing love of Jesus the Christ
Give Him a shout out for being the head of your life

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2015

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April's Angel

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

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Easter Baseball

Easter Sunday
Cardinals at Cubs
Is this the year of Cubs?

Copyright © Robert Heemstra | Year Posted 2015

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When the blast was heard,
     Everyone shouted yet another terrorist attack
     On an Easter Sunday in the Taliban.
A master suicide bombing is what they called this.
Brussels, Belgium just happen yesterday.

Well they resurrect the people.
Well we hear them mourn.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by God.

Who lives and who dies is not identified.
The demography states many will lose their lives.
This is what is idealized -
     The “bomb maker, the transporter, the landlord and the cipher”.

Revivified through memorials -
     The mourns of the dead families are heard.
Their life taken so soon,
     And not by Allah.

Yesterday is everyday and tomorrow.
    -Yet another terrorist attack on an Easter Sunday (2016) in the Taliban-!


     Rise above iniquity to be save proclaims the 'unforeseen' God.
Written March 27, 2016!

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2016

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Easter Sunday Morn
Tomb Empty Jesus Arose
Oh wonderful Day!

Copyright © Patricia Sawyer | Year Posted 2008

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Easter on the Cape Flats

On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.

* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue

Copyright © David De la Croes | Year Posted 2013

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Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday

Early to church, for the AM service flow,
Songs of affirmation, as the Pastor welcomes the foal. 
Excitement is in the air, signs of love and sacrifice,
On this resurrection Sunday, symbols’ of restored life.

Written By: Sarita A. Milliner © 3/27/16

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2016

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What Easter means to Me

As I sit and reflect on this Easter Sunday.
Many things pass through my mind.
As I see Christ hanging on the cross, 
knowing HE laid down his life for me.
So my life is, entrusted to thee.
He died, he rose, so new life began
I know you suffered on the cross
to deliver us, giving us eternal life.
You suffered so that I may live.
What more honor could you bestow
on me ,one of your sheep, saving me,
through your mercy, through your grace.
The promise of everlasting life.

Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011

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Easter Sunday

Easter Sunday  (Acrostic)

E...Easter Sunday is coming.
A...A very special day.
S...Sacred - it should be.
T...To church - you must go.
E...Everyone is welcome.
R...Rain, or shine - please be there.

S...special is this day, for CHRIST has risen.
U...Uncover the meaning of Easter.
N...Now is the time.
D...Don't stay behind.
A...Always analyze what you do.
Y...You are special in the eyes of GOD...

Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo

I am wishing all of you a glorious 
Easter Sunday. Many Blessings

Copyright © Lucilla Carrillo | Year Posted 2013

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ABOUT THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS CHRIST LORD Expressive art showed her face. The mother of Christ was shouting in silence. Her words were that we are amongst God. I read her lips. She stated to give respect during Passover. The vision was surreal. This Easter Sunday, when I give my speech, my teachings will be for a greater determination. Virgin Mary departed knowledge and new insight on the second coming of Jesus Christ Lord. The world will be celebratory. This knowledge is glorious. ___________________________________________________| Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi Contest Name: Jesus Nebula & Visions of Mary for Easter Entry Date: March 22, 2014 Date Written: March 22, 2014 Motif: Visionary

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2014