April 14, 2025, 

My son gave me a mini-lecture about Christianity and Easter. He kept saying, “It will soon be two millennia!” So, I tried to put those thoughts together for a poem. It isn’t quite what I was going for, but I’ll keep it. Hence, the other short poem is about how I feel about my lack of the right words tonight.

 Easter: Two Millennia

Time doesn’t discriminate

Yet people do

Many contemplate

Who is who

And what is real

Examining the meal

Where the disciples

Sat by whom in the Bible

Was the conversation verbatim

Of what silver was traded

Details shuffled each century

Still, a man died on a tree

It is the key

He rose, walking among us

This is why the judgment and fuss

Why do people worship him

Is what people spin

Fearing what is sin?

And how can it be forgiven?

Two millennia have passed

Where at long last

Billions go to the grave

Peace-filled because they are saved

They tremble with joy, not fear

It is the web of faith that is dear

A sweet longing to be

Part of the throng and shining sea

 

Word Scraps Escape

There is a flatness

To my words tonight

A fight not taking flight

A place of rest

Restlessness captivates my eye

Which see what I want

I’m on the hunt

It is not to be