Snow Easter Poems

Counted among the congregants, the geese
flying by, two by two, at sunrise. Guitar
combines nicely with a heavenly voice.
Behind me the couple makes the Spirit flow.
Their...

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The arctic poppy 
stretched into existence 
rooted on a rock
surrounded by ice
it unfurled
its lemon cream petals 
in an open embrace
with the sun
the small meek flower
filled...

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EASTER SUNRISE

Outside, perfect Sunrise
Service. The air’s so fresh.
Pastel dresses, pretty ties.
Resurrection from the creche.

Birth and rebirth celebrated.
Jesus - our Dayspring on High.
As sunrise songs begin,...

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"And he (Jesus) said to them.  Be not afraid.  You seek Jesus
who was crucified: he is risen; he is not...

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Through layers of snow, 
	White blankets, the world
Peaceful and quiet, still as grief – abiding
I stay hidden, secreted in the darkness,
Buried beneath the dust, the...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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Let me tell you a story...

It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on...

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On Fort Apache Indian Reservation, in Arizona, there is an old pueblo ruin called, "Kinishba", aka "Dull brown house in the middle of nowhere". 

On...

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"The meek and the humble will be elevated to places where the haughty can never ascend even with a ladder. Stay humble in victory and...

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Resplendent showy white blossoms 
Will soon embrace the backyard rose,
Bring pure blooms to the pom-pom bush
And towering Bradford pear tree.

Warm reminders of winter's snow
Resplendent showy...

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Upon the glen, the sun is born, 
an orb as yellow, as the corn. 
Today upon this blessed morn, 
The veil of death and sin...

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Ashes to dust
If you must 
You will only end up in a bust 
You see you proclaimed yourself as a King 
In a place where...

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Master, teacher, and deliverer is what Jesus was to me
And, thanks to him, never again do I have to feel unclean
Real love and compassion is...

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I, Lazarus*, have seen the brickwork sky,
Its throne is made of night!
Its salt and lime are drying to the eye,
My wandering… 
a sound! a rumble,...

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I don't know how it started

But it's an annual event

But I don't think that an egg hunt

Is the best way to present

The story of our...

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