EASTER
Lying long in loneliness
crucified by its own cares
A heart, hardened, hiding
In a silent, solitary sepulchre
of stone.
Dusty
Desert
Dry and seeking solely seed
to make it green
The heart, once sown
from a clear blue sky entices rain
And lilies bloom where lately seeds of love were lain.
He is not here.
He is!
Risen!
Easter blessings!
Pastor Roger
(c) 1970 by Roger D. Fuchs. All rights reserved.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
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