Resurrection...

        Al Gallia, Lafayette, Louisiana

Life Poems
April 2019



​His hour had come

His hour had come for glory
salvation to secure
"don't let your hearts be troubled"
was his consoling word

Although He was without sin
a sacrifice He'd be
condemned to crucifixion
upon that dreaded tree

Faltering up the craggy hill
outside the city wall
with a heaviness of heart
his own cross He did haul

The crafted sign above him
for passersby to view
was an attempt to mock him
it read "King of the Jews"

His garments were divided
and lots cast for his cloak
as was their wretched custom
no pity was evoked

The divine mission finished
his spirit He did yield
his hour had come for glory
for us redemption sealed

Carol Grandell Scott, Wilmington, Delaware






​Resurrection Signs

​A clean slate of blue –
Jet streams chalking, up and down –
Crosses light the sky.

Mary Harwell Sayler, ©2019
lovely, rural, Florida




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"But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed."
Isaiah 53:5 NKJV

Photograph, Ash Wednesday 2019

sunlight
fills the cathedral
morning glory

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Easter morning
the sun 's warmth
through closed eyes
                        
Nancy Rapp, St. Louis, Missouri

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​The Dance

An old woman now
soon to be unchained and free
she remembers the wrath of polio,
and the promise
from a recurring childhood dream.
 
Brown eyes wide and rosy-cheeked
long golden hair bobs side to side,
her white pinafore gracefully swirls
sweet laughter wafting through the air,
cherished abandon with each twirl.
 
Daisies seem a meadow of clouds
dancing to music only she hears,
with giggles and squeals of delight
leaping in flowers as if,
she had wings on her tiny bare feet.
 
Linda, New York, USA

​Encore
 
It's Easter Sunday. Everyone in the city is lining up outside the Conservatory, to see the Spring Flower Show. The men are dressed in suits, the women in pastels, and I'm wearing my frilly socks and patent leather shoes. The organist is playing, In your Easter Bonnet, and I pretend that I'm Judy Garland, dancing through the tulips with Fred Astaire.
 
 
a familiar tune
jogs my memory
Easter lily
 
 
The organist is gone now and so are the crowds, just a few stragglers in t-shirts and jeans. Ah, but the music, I can still hear it as I pass the tulips, as I start to run down the familiar brick path, my patent leather shoes barely touching the ground, the ribbons on my Easter Bonnet fluttering behind me; Fred, just around the corner, in the orchid room...
 

spring blizzard
on the park bench
a cherry blossom
 
Susan Beth Furst, Virginia




garter snake
​leaving the old skin behind

Nancy Rapp, St. Louis, Missouri


​seismic shift jelly beans lost in paper grass

Susan Beth Furst, Virginia
                                         

Susan Beth Furst, with a little help from my friend, Al Gallia, Lafayette, Louisiana




​The Resurrection Song

     Happy resurrection day

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Vs1
He is alive forevermore
Jesus, our risen Lord
In only three days
It was grace over the grave

Chorus
Happy resurrection day
It's time to celebrate
Happy resurrection day
Let the saints jubilate
Give Him thanks,
And give Him praise
For He is the only way
Happy resurrection day

Vs2
He freely laid down His life
God's perfect sacrifice
He is the risen King
O death where is thy sting

Chorus

Bridge
He has opened the gates to paradise
He came to give all life
So confess from your heart in faith
Happy resurrection day

Chorus

Brian Shertzer, Pennsylvania​

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It was the women...

After the Sabbath. as the first light of the new week dawned, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to keep vigil at the tomb. Suddenly the earth reeled and rocked under their feet as God’s angel came down from heaven, came right up to where they were standing. He rolled back the stone and then sat on it. Shafts of lightning blazed from him. His garments shimmered snow-white. The guards at the tomb were scared to death. They were so frightened, they couldn’t move.
 
The angel spoke to the women: “There is nothing to fear here. I know you’re looking for Jesus, the One they nailed to the cross. He is not here. He was raised, just as he said. Come and look at the place where he was placed.

“Now, get on your way quickly and tell his disciples, ‘He is risen from the dead. He is going on ahead of you to Galilee. You will see him there,’ That’s the message.”
 
The women, deep in wonder and full of joy, lost no time in leaving the tomb. They ran to tell the disciples. Then Jesus met them, stopping them in their tracks. “Good morning!” he said. They fell to their knees, embraced his feet, and worshiped him. Jesus said, “You’re holding on to me for dear life! Don’t be frightened like that. Go tell my brothers that they are to go to Galilee, and that I’ll meet them there.”
Matthew 28:1-10 MSG​

       Susan Beth Furst, Virginia

"For God so loved the world, for God so loved you, that he gave his one and only Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life." 

​#John3:16

 
​I would like to thank our poets; Al Gallia, Carol Grandell Scott, Mary Harwell Sayler, Nancy Rapp, Linda from New York, and songwriter, Brian Shertzer. I appreciate your support and I love sharing your poetry. I pray that your words will give hope to the hopeless and refreshment to the thirsty. God Bless You, and Happy Easter!

​Susan
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He is Risen!! He is Risen, Indeed!!!
 

Submissions are officially open for the May Issue of Life Poems; In the beginning…

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“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have everlasting life.” 
John 3:16 NIV

seismic shift first published Sonic Boom December 2017

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