Blogophilia 41.14

Easter Remembrance

Long past the dusk of a drawn-out day,

my work is almost done.

Soon I’ll be sleeping my cares away,

but first I’ll look in on my son.

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My little boy sleeps peacefully —

nothing can quite compare

to the sweetness of a sleeping child.

I reach out to touch his hair.

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I lean over to kiss his forehead

and it occurs to me

how much this child has changed my life –

how much he’s made me see.

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Dream on my little sunshine boy

of your Easter basket fill,

and as you’re dreaming I’ll not forget

Who died up on that hill.

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And I will remind you when you awake

why the Easter Bunny comes,

and that we can savor each brand new day

because the Father sent His Son.

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And we’re free because He died for us –

that sweet, holy Lamb from above.

He rose again and is living still

and He’s waiting to give us His Love.

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So, in your slumber, little one,

seek out the Source of your joy.

He’s waiting patiently for you to see

how awesome you are, sunshine boy.

lsc – 4-17-92/3-30-04/4-15-23

This was a minute ago. Yes, this is a repost, an antique almost… lol. My faith is a little broken so it’s hard to write about it anymore. But, you know, it’s Easter and I’ve finally found my way back to church, so I figured why not? Lol, it mentions an Easter Basket 🙂

Thanks, Marvin