Easter Morning.
here's a poem I thought I'd write
maybe early this morning or was it last night?
knock knock knock the fourth day of spring at my door,
opening it I see a familiar friend early that's for sure,
the light of Easter rushing inside,
the smell it brings and the joy it hides,
the church bells ringing in the distance at the top of the hour,
baskets fill the house waiting for kids to shower,
March 23 a early Easter on a early Easter morning,
a day that came a bit fast now sits before me,
the colors of yellow, green purple, pink, and even blue,
Easter eggs and gift filled baskets for kids, the big ones too.
how dose one day bring so much joy, so much hope,so much love,
not only in candy and gifts , but in worship and thanks to up above,
you can't beat a day that opens your mind and touches your heart,
a day remembered it the testament years before that plays a big part,
what was done how it came about, how he rose and how he stands today,
this day fills me like no other spiritually, mentally, and physically I must say,
Easter... touch life, touch your heart, move your self to tears as well as others,
take part in this day enjoy family and friends sisters and brothers fathers and mothers,
your kids home and away those who have past who loved Easter day,
look up to the ski and say thank you lord for all you do and for a gift like today.
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