I hope everyone had a wonderful Easter today! It was a quiet one for us and that was very good for me. I was happy for some time to slow down. The pictures are a few of the favorites I snapped of the chalk drawings our Sunday School kids did at church today. It is part of our "tradition" and I look forward to that art every year as it also opens up my heart wider to possibilities seeing the children tell this Jesus story.
Easter
Sweets
Fresh
mowed grass
Bare
feet wiggling in the cool wet
Running
pell-mell to find more
Yellow
ruffled chiffon dress
Bouncing
up and down
Stopping
only to seek
Multi
colored plastic eggs
To
find treasures of sugar delight
A
height of childhood innocence
Jesus
is my friend come to save us all!
Easter
was sweet
By
the silvery, deep voice of my theatre proff
Hours
leaning and sleeping on friend's shoulders
Visiting
the northwest for the first time
Staying
up all night talking
Giving
out testimony and taking other’s lives in
Performing
night after night
In
churches, to church suppers, and then homes
Of
strangers and those we sought to serve
They
served us
Took
my first ferry ride
Returned
to my Iowa apartment
After
drama team tour to find
Someone
had left a huge basket of chocolate
To
break my Lenten fast on Easter morning
Easter
was sweet
In
a church in Paris a surprise
They
ask if anyone would like to sing
The
Hallelujah chorus at the end
Come
down front
Just
as I had been doing
At
my home church
For
over ten years
And
sung in my high school choir
For
four years
It is a part of me
Soaring
with the regal strains
“The
kingdom of this world…
Is
become…
The
kingdom of our Lord
And
he shall reign forever and ever….”
Handel’s
penning had pierced me through
With
joy once more
Easter
was sweet
Today,
a remarkable call
Drawing
close
By
nothing remarkable at all
Reading
more
Sitting
still
Finding
help
Leaning
Seeing
Seeking
A
revelation between the confession time or sermon
As
if it is all for the first freshness
As
if it is a still small voice rekindling
As
if the sweetness is not squeezed out
But
blossoming to fuller fruit
He
finds me here
Not
there
Not
anywhere else
Waiting
Wanting
Watching
Willing
Easter is sweet
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