Part 3 in a 3 piece Easter series
my heart, it aches.
I loved him so dearly
I pray he wakes.
He was the one,
I’m sure it was him.
Without his light,
the world is dim.
He’s alive!
the words ring
Jesus, my LORD
I do sing!
He is risen,
he is love,
God’s son
from above
Part 2 of a 3 piece Easter poetry series
Friday, the end of the week but a good start.
The day will forever stand apart.
A man thrown before an angry mob, then sentenced to his death.
Beaten, stoned, whipped and jeered. They laughed, he took last breath.
Bloody Friday, wicked Friday; surely anything but good.
An innocent man betrayed, nailed to some wood.
Part 1 of a 3 piece Easter series
No ceremony, flashing lights or loud speakers,
he rode the equivalent of wearing old sneakers.
It would have been slow and smelt a little bit,
but the king of the world didn’t mind it.
They dance and sang, palms waving in the crowd,
caught off guard, Jesus was subtle and humble not loud and proud.
Flicking between favourites on his browser, he was desperate to find a worthwhile distraction. He’d already read the news, it depressed him anyway, social media was predictable and his emails were full of spam.
Dust rose from the idle keyboard under his sigh as he clicked wordpress.
Two words filled is desolate mind, Happy Anniversary!
Wow, fifty5words is a year old. I can still remember when you were a mere collection of rambling thoughts, the effect of an over active imagination. It’s crazy how much you haven’t grown since then.
THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PART OF THE JOURNEY, HERE’S TO ANOTHER 365 DAYS
If I could turn back time;
not just me hearing Cher?
Looking back thirty years,
some are dark, others clear.
If I went back,
it’d be for the good.
Enjoying laughter and joy
like everyone should.
But live is a blessing,
we get only one.
So I’ll stay here thinking,
of all that I’ve done.
Part six in a poetry series called Life
Daily prompt: If I Could Turn Back Time
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