Flowery cotton dress with its
full, gathered skirt,
Peter Pan collar,
short puffed sleeves, and
Stiff, full petticoat
Hanging in the closet
Waiting for morning.
Shiny white Mary Janes & gloves
Set out and waiting
To be worn on Easter morning.
Rising at first light
A small girl hurrying
to discover waiting treats.
A small basket woven
From thin, colorful strips.
Filled with shiny green grass
Waiting on the table.
Filled with marshmallow Peeps,
A hollow chocolate bunny, and
Rainbow colored jellybeans.
Weary, sobbing women with
Hearts aching, adrift
in their grief and loss.
Bodies aching with
Crushing grief over the loss
of The One they loved.
Waiting for morning.
Spices and Fragrant Oils
Gathered and waiting
To anoint the One they lost.
Rising at first light
Hurrying to the tomb
of the One they loved.
The shock of discovery,
The stone rolled back.
Filled with fear and distress
over His missing body.
Sadness turned to joy
at the Angel’s words,
He is not here; He is risen!
Sounds much like the Easter I remember from my childhood. My dad used to emphasize on the way to church on that particular Sunday that while Christmas was fun, Easter was the important celebration for Christians. It was the miracle. Yesterday I was singing the hymn for my husband, “Up from the Grave He Arose,” which as a Jew he had never heard. The tune and words flowed unbidden, and without faltering. How powerful are the teachings of our childhood? Happy Easter. I have enjoyed sharing the CHALLENGE with you.
I smiled with recognition of the memories of Easter mornings of my childhood. And loved the words of the poem you places beside it. Sadness turned to joy for all mankind! Thanks for this lovely poem.
I’m so glad you posted this even though it wasn’t the one you had prepared. It is so appropriate. I smiled as I relived my girlhood, complete with a new Easter outfit, gloves, shoes, and hat. (My shoes were patent leather!) Then, the reality of that first Easter, that Resurrection Day! New life through faith in Jesus is the real joy of the day. Thank you for this beautiful poem. I really enjoyed it.
He is risen! Hallelujah! Delight as children, joyful faith now. What a beautiful poem! (I always had white gloves for Easter, too, to go with my new dress and shoes.)
Beautiful ode to Easter. I love that this poem demanded to be written, like a toddler demands his dessert. Now we can all feast on this treat! Thank you for reading and commenting as well.
This is a perfect poem. Contrasting celebrations and gifts, things that come together on Easter. So glad you wrote this today, and so glad I read it. Smiling and the one on the left, on my knees in thankfulness for the one on the right. Thank you.
Sounds much like the Easter I remember from my childhood. My dad used to emphasize on the way to church on that particular Sunday that while Christmas was fun, Easter was the important celebration for Christians. It was the miracle. Yesterday I was singing the hymn for my husband, “Up from the Grave He Arose,” which as a Jew he had never heard. The tune and words flowed unbidden, and without faltering. How powerful are the teachings of our childhood? Happy Easter. I have enjoyed sharing the CHALLENGE with you.
Beautiful images juxtaposed!
I smiled with recognition of the memories of Easter mornings of my childhood. And loved the words of the poem you places beside it. Sadness turned to joy for all mankind! Thanks for this lovely poem.
Beautiful post.
I’m so glad you posted this even though it wasn’t the one you had prepared. It is so appropriate. I smiled as I relived my girlhood, complete with a new Easter outfit, gloves, shoes, and hat. (My shoes were patent leather!) Then, the reality of that first Easter, that Resurrection Day! New life through faith in Jesus is the real joy of the day. Thank you for this beautiful poem. I really enjoyed it.
He is risen! Hallelujah! Delight as children, joyful faith now. What a beautiful poem! (I always had white gloves for Easter, too, to go with my new dress and shoes.)
I love the assortment of details that went into this poem. He is risen indeed!
Beautiful ode to Easter. I love that this poem demanded to be written, like a toddler demands his dessert. Now we can all feast on this treat! Thank you for reading and commenting as well.
This is a perfect poem. Contrasting celebrations and gifts, things that come together on Easter. So glad you wrote this today, and so glad I read it. Smiling and the one on the left, on my knees in thankfulness for the one on the right. Thank you.