We celebrate Easter every year
The day of Christ's resurrection
We know the meaning behind it all
God gave us his protection
He gave us his son to teach us
People followed him, He walked far and wide
He gathered disciples to spread his words
Those in power sought him, nowhere to hide
A disciple doubted, one denied and one betrayed him
His trial was his alone
stoned and tortured, while some wept
He carried his cross on his own
He died that way, his father sacrificed him
So that we would be saved one day
Wrapped and entombed while his mother wept
Not many had too much to say
But three days later, from the tomb, he was gone
From the dead he was resurrected
Angels sang Hallelujah
He arose and we are protected
He died for us , for all our sins
That's how the story is told
No matter how many times I hear it
To me it never grows old
For Easter means the beginning of things
The warmth arrives, the fresh air of spring
bunnies hop and bring Easter eggs
Flowers bloom and birds take wing
So on this day I wish to you all
Have a wonderful Easter as you go about gleaning
Grannies, grandpas, parents and children so small
As joy fills your hearts, remember it's meaning
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Comments: 38
Rose
Happy Easter
You make me wish I was back in the community where I grew up and went to church; how mother used to remind us that Easter was such an important time in the church calendar.
However, if you'll bear with me a moment; no one in the church or elsewhere would draw our attention to a changing of the seasons as far as Easter was concerned. That changing of season was so conclusively directed to "Harvest Festivals" which we in the southern hemisphere celebrated close to Easter. So, though I took great pleasure in the celebration of both these festivals, they remain seperate in spite of the Easter Bunny which we too celebrated. Oh yes, children the world over love easter egg gifts and hunts. I try to imagine a northern hemisphere spring not ever having experienced one. Two years ago I was fortunate enough to be in Scotland at the beginning of autumn, in what was being called an Indian Summer that year. It was lovely but not as warm as here.
So let me share my Easter. A sky that is so lovely it could suggest spring. A coolish little breeze because, what we call a "southerly", has passed through over the past few days.
Last year I had the most untimely blossoms on a cherry tree in the front year.
Forgive me, I have seemed to drift from your poem. But I assure you I have not for I love the lovely way you have expressed a universal message of belief and family.
Thank you for a lovely poem.
Love and hugs - S.
This is beautiful.