~ Easter Day ~
By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)
From out the front doors of the churches,
Ancient music would resound,
“Christ the Lord is Risen Today,”
Alleluia, the choirs abound.
“Up From the Grave He Arose,
With a mighty triumph o’er his foes,
Heads held high and chill bumps rise,
Sunshine rays on lilies through stained glass skies.
All sadness gone with tired shining faces
Of practice prepared musicians flowing
Robed pastor rememorizing his lines,
Looking up to the Lord bright tears glowing.
The smell of hot cross buns wafting through,
As cooks spread a brunch of many delights,
Children playing with the eggs they’ve gathered,
Little straw hats, little pants, wicker baskets, what a sight.
Cuddled together after a glorious day,
We look at the stars, wondering if they’ll sing,
“Christ the Lord was risen today,”
And we’ll never be the same again.