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 "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 Easter morning the sun 's warmth through closed eyes Nancy Rapp, St. Louis, Missouri ,, 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 at Phipps It's Easter Sunday. Everyone in the city is lining up outside the Conservatory to see the Spring Flower Show. Dad's wearing his blue suit, Mom's wearing her pink fur coat, and I'm wearing my frilly socks and patent leather shoes. The organist is playing, Easter Parade. 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, so are the crowds, and so are my frilly socks. Ah, but the music. I can still hear it 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... still tip toeing through the tulips in Technicolor 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 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 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 He is Risen!! He is Risen, Indeed!!! Submissions are officially open for the May Issue of Life Poems; In the beginning… Send in your poems!! “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 Unplanned Pregnancy? www.empowered2choose.org
6 Comments
4/15/2019 06:43:15 am
Thank you, Susan, for including my haiku in your Resurrection poems for Holy Week! God bless you and your work in Christ.
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Susan
4/15/2019 07:00:26 am
Thank you Mary, for contributing your haiku, Resurrection Signs! It is my pleasure to publish it in honor of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! I have to let my readers know that not only is this a beautiful haiku written in 5/7/5, but it is also a concrete haiku, in that the physical form takes the shape of a cross!
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Debbie
4/15/2019 04:27:09 pm
Sue has many facets, like a diamond. She, "our other sister,"and I have seen each others flaws and brilliant luster. I am still seeing more magnificent facets in her. Keep it up!
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Susan
4/15/2019 04:42:28 pm
Hi Debbie!
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Sissy Lori
4/17/2019 08:46:46 am
Another beautiful inspiring issues of LIFE POEMS!!! I can hear the gratitude in every word!
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Susan
4/17/2019 09:46:46 am
Thank you Sissy, He Is Risen, Indeed!!
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