Easter

A poem I wrote a couple of years ago, but it seemed a good one to bring back:

I sat in church this Easter morning feeling exultant,

Full of joy and peace.

I rejoiced at every “alleluia”

Thinking of the One whose death conquered death.

And I accepted the symbols of His body and blood

As He told us to do to remember Him,

Knowing I was worthy to do so only by His grace.

The choir, the organ, the brass, the bells,

All the glorious music

Warmed my heart, set it soaring.

Perhaps I’m better with words than some,

Yet I had none for this feeling

That didn’t seem old and trite.

Who would comprehend anyway?

People misunderstand His words so badly.

Yet I was overflowing with emotion

That I wanted to articulate

And I prayed that somehow I’d find a way.

Then the answer came to me:

“Just live the way He taught us,

Keeping love in mind above all.

You’ll need no words at all

For everyone to see Him in you.”