Best Holidayheart Poems


Premium Member 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.

Holiday Sorrow

A heart aches where love resides,
in the deepest recesses is where it hides.

While all others see and believe what he shows,
your own heart answers the beat and it knows.

His love can not escape through all the pain,
it is like trying to see in a night filled with rain.

During these holidays he often cries,
and seeing this a part of your soul dies.

Reach out to him in such a gentle way,
that you may be the sun on his gloomy day.

Looking into his deep blue eyes you will begin to see,
the love he holds for you that was always meant to be.

You tearfully realize no holiday shall ever again be like this,
as you two hold each other close and seal the future with a kiss.
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