Last year, I wrote a more somber poem, but here’s something fun to celebrate the Resurrection this year:
Fuzzy ducks and fuzzy blossoms
Fill our hearts with hope anew.
Fun with eggs and fun with baskets
Found amidst the morning dew,
Food and family, friends and laughter;
Fasting ends, and sadness, too.
Every year, His spring reminds us:
“Finished!” was His final cry,
And then He breathed His last.
His last - that is, until He rose.
And made Real Life come true.