God switched on the sun light.
the budding leaves aglow.
dimmer switch brightens sight.
hues of woodland, gung ho.
rise from bulbs, leaves like wings,
soaked in water-retreat.
glass vase - fingerprint clings.
tulips cupped, bittersweet.
sans leftovers of crumbs,
spotless rug brings to mind
the conversation hums,
ham and turkey rewind.
4/18/2022
Easter Monday
yesterday
reminded of our
often feared
consideration of
life and death..
this year
may be the time
to more fully
Recognize
the seed of the
creation:
inseparable
life/death..
let us cede
that there is what
seems temporary
and permanent..
yesterday's reminder:
our permanent Self
clouds itself and
reveals creation:
confined in time
living with death..
this temporary fixture
clouds and obscures
yet reminds us of
a joyful new
Recognition...
A bright sunny azure blue sky above fills
Me with happiness and a leisurely drive into the Adelaide Hills
The Hahndorf Main Street full of shops
With soaps and hand made goods between the hops
A lunch of German fare of schnitzel or bratwurst with beer
All washed down in heartiness and cheer
Then to Melba’s chocolate factory for all you eat sweets
Or the Beerenberg farm for chutneys and jam so complete
Then fresh apples off the farm
And a sleepy trip home full of small town charm.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Every spring, I remember the Exodus story.
How the twelve tribes became free from slavery,
Escaping across the wind parted Red Sea, is a mystery.
Easter in Italy, "Pasqua" is an echo of Passover history.
In England, Easter is the modern Exodus.
Good Friday through to Easter Monday.
It's a good long weekend holiday for us,
To be spent driving on a jammed motorway.
Hurrah! At last we see the sea at the seaside.
Saturday starts with "Full English Breakfast".
Then, promenading on Brighton Pier with pride.
Easter Monday evening, time to go home at last!
Romans demolished Jerusalem's Temple for all to see.
The twelve tribes became slaves in the diaspora.
In Rome these captured slaves eventually became free
To sing the "Song of the (Red) Sea" at Pasqua.
Easter Monday
A day of rest
like a bird in its nest
joying
enjoying
having fun
until it's done
there is no hurry
nor worry
we eat nice food
for us to feel good
we are joyful
it's so cool
good mood
no need to be rude
we sing
with a smile we bring
with wholeheart we give
love to live
in unity
as a united community
on an Easter season
with a reason
of love
from above
from the Divine
Father, Son, Holy Spirit One.
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I sigh my song of loss
Profound sense of frustration
At your hair now brittle and coarse
Which fuels my sense of desolation
You’ve been old my whole life
But strong in belief – and mind
Never guessed it could come to this
Or that I’d possess thoughts this unkind
Horrified by suffering
Amazed by the little things
Your paper-thin delicate skin
Each revelation acts like bee stings
Malignant emotions
Swollen with a sense of shame
Loved ones try to absorb your pain
Yet I’m searching for someone to blame
Ocean frost in my heart
I clutch to such small details
Firm grip or large blue eyes open
Former comfort of my hometown fails
May 5 you turned 95
Autumn has moved to winter
When did I last see my Grandma?
Easter Monday: for that I’m bitter
Church associations
Are hard for me to accept
Just like cellular atrophy
It represents what I wish to reject
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