Listen,
eggs, or chicks,
are cute, but are not
what I see when I think
of Easter. I see an open
gapingly empty tomb with an
angel there who is smiling and
proclaiming to you and to me, to
the whole world that Christ, Our
Savior and Lord has risen from the
grave for the salvation of all men.
And that because of Him all of us
might have everlasting life freely
given. Yes, Easter is a Holy and
sacred time that has not even
one single thing to do with
eggs or baby chicks. It
is simply my Jesus,
Our Savior!
Great poem. Loved it. Sort of tells it like it is. I like that. Great shape, like how you arranged the lines to form an Easter Egg.
In Christ,
Tom.
This poem should be printed out and put in EVERY Christian's Bible. The "gapingly" open tomb-----that adverb you have used has all of the dramatic splendor of John's 20th chapter (the earliest, I believe, of the Easter testimonies). As I continue to read, I am going to start with your spiritual folder first! Wow! What a great Poet to meet on a Sunday afternoon----you have been a real blessing to me today.
Starward
Hi Jessica,
I saw you as a featured poet and have enjoyed reading a bit of your poetry. I found this one to be particularly refreshing - Easter is probably my favorite holiday because of the hope of the resurrection. "gapingly empty tomb" works well...gives me the impression of the empty tomb demanding to be seen even after all these years. Just wanted to say thanks for this!
Caoimhin