79 The Easter Season

It is Palm Sunday. Praise the Lord. The children (we still call them that even though they are middle-aged) are going to church with us and coming here for dinner. The table is set with the good china, and the pork roast with orange cranberry sauce is ready to put in the oven before I step out the door. The Spring flowers--daffodils, forsythia--are everywhere, and early tulips are budding. And the Easter cards. Last year I wrote this poem for my Easter card after seeing so many pastel and chocolate goodies in the stores.

The sweet story of Easter
April 10, 2003

Busy bunnies nestling on cards,
Jelly beans so colorful,
Candy shop shelves are emptying,
Children grabbing by handful,

Chocolate bunnies, lambs and chicks,
Cream-filled eggs are tempting me,
Easter baskets yellow and green.
Why this way to honor Thee?

“Somebunny loves you,” yes indeed.
He died to set us all free,
Was resurrected from the dead--
Springtime’s sweetest victory.