Easter Joy

April blog: # 2

Easter Joy

Happy memories of Easter as a child,
always the basket of goodies
and a colored egg hunt
followed by church and seeing friends.
All, all dressed up. Even some with
hats and gloves.
Now, with my family, daughter and granddaughter,
we celebrate with a family feast,
enjoying each other's company.
Take time to say a thank you, to the God
who gave us resurrection through his Son.
Let the joy that was set before Christ Jesus
be your Hallelujah for the day.

I include some Easter themed poems.


Death to Life

Birds singing
lead to thoughts of spring
To thoughts of resurrection
of flowers bloom
tulips and yellow capped
jonquils
with their capacity to
just keep popping up
spring after spring
Memories of Easter eggs
of hunts and chocolate
bunnies
of new hats and skirts
and pattened shoes
that look so pretty
and leave blisters close
to ankles
Then the morning's
Sunrise
that day that shocked
the world
that God did really come
and do what no one
ever really had a clearer
view of
than weeping women
who didn't recognize
at first
That He who spoke
the morning
was standing
right there in full view
That they would be
the first
to breathlessly
let it be known
That Jesus lives
has overcome
and made all things new
forever
on that first
most Holy
Easter morn'.


The Price

I asked the Lord
to protect me against those
who would have me removed
from my work
He delivered and defended me
But it was not without cost
They spat on Him
struck Him with fists
and slapped the Holy One of God
I asked the Lord to forgive me
for my sharp tongue
that often does not edify
He did
and He cleansed me
completely
But it was not without cost
They stripped Him
plaited a crown of thorns
and struck Him
again and again
I prayed to be healed
from my body of aching
and He healed me
But it was by
a great cost to Him
They had him flogged
I asked to be reconciled
to my heavenly Father
and to be with Him always
and it is so
But not without a price
He was crucified
nailed to a cross
and lifted up
in plain sight
of all of His enemies
and mine
He was forsaken
So when I pray
and bring my petitions
before the living
glorified
risen Christ
I must remember the cost
and the deep love
that is stamped
on His reply.


Give Voice

The songbird's call
reflects my heart
this morning
Let my voice join in
rejoicing
in what Christ means
to me
My desire
to loose that which
lies hidden
deep within
to speak Christ's name
forever
To sing with voice
and words
that show the depth
of loves true meaning
That though He died
an awful death
and for a brief time
all seemed void
of meaning
The song
that Resurrection
Morning brings
rings on and on
and echoes
free forever
What price Your love
has fully paid
Hear now
my love for You
sounding unrestrained
expressed in glad
Hosannas
full refrain.

The Wind of March

March Blog: 2011

The Wind of March

March went by like the wind it is known for.
I am attending some creative writing classes offered at
our local library. They are very encouraging and stretch
my writing to include more varied subjects.
We all watched in horror as the devastation of the Japanese
tsunami played out before our eyes. So much sadness.
Much prayer and support needed for those affected.
I attended a seminar on, loving Mormons. What a great idea,
interaction on the platform of God's love.
In the past I would read as many as one book a week.
Trouble with dry our eyes has slowed down my reading.
Somehow I managed to read three books last month.
Guy Chevreau's, "Spiritual Warfare Sideways", a very good book
with the emphasis of keeping the focus on Jesus.
Also "Seven Spirits Burning", by Crowder.
I re-read one of my favorites. "Sadhu Sundar Singh", by Thompson,
A biography of an Indian mystic who was a disciple of Jesus.
I'm working on a project based on his life.
March included two trips to Disney parks. One to Animal Kingdom,
where I visited the blue frogs and gorgeous tigers.
Another day spent at EPCOT Park's flower and garden festival.
We lunched outdoors with ducks and ibises wondering through.
Then dinner by a fountain watching a French gymnast act. Two little
Chinese boys playing in the water with their grandfather added to the
entertainment.
The month was rounded out by phone calls from brothers who live
far away and visits from friends who live south of here.
Although I'm homebound with a nasty cold at the moment, by soul
prospers with the many riches Christ has lavished on my life.

Some of my poems:


In The Now

If the road ahead
appears to be
only a destination
a challenge to endure
Take the blinders off
look left and right
stop and breathe
as if time is not
your master
Then experience the now
all along the way.


Infallible

The term
get it together
implies
that you are not
in control
A truth
that at its core
hints
this control
can somehow
be appropriated
Good news
a perfect time
to give control away
Hand it over
be found
in a much better
habitation
Christ
who holds all things
has given
an open invitation
His Kingdom
come
His power
inserted into all areas
of life
A place that allows
delight
to be ones daily bread.


In the Beginning

Formed
patterned
the dust of the earth
the water of life
Set ablaze with light
infused with breath
covered
chosen
placed
Then deception
crept to close
was not resisted
fallen
fallen into sorrow
out of sync
A promise is given
provision made
God providing himself
the resurrection
Flee destruction's
age old presence
fling yourself into
the waiting arms
of Christ
of love
of life
Giving up nothing
of eternal value
replacing temporary
tastes
with everlasting
long awaited union
with the source
For He is truth
and life.