The women walked with heavy steps

Their loss so great to death

The darkness deep around them still

Some tears and out of breath


Light began to barely shine

The arrival of the dawn

“Who will roll away the stone?”

They wondered but moved on


And then, they saw the covered tombs,

An eerie land of loss,

The tomb to which they sadly trudged

Created by the cross


The first surprise of a surprising morn

A rumble from the ground

The second startling circumstance

An open tomb they found


The third an angel from above

Had moved the stone away

And seeing the women stopped far off

Said, “Do not be afraid!”


“I know that you are looking for

Your Master and your friend.

I know that He was crucified

And you thought His life at end.”


“But come and see the fact that He

No longer lingers here.

He is risen! He is risen!

See! The evidence is clear.”


The women moved close to the tomb

And stared within in awe

For Jesus truly wasn’t there

The tomb was bare. They saw!


“This is news that must be shared,”

The angel continued on

“Go and tell that Jesus lives

To Peter, James and John.”


And so these women hastened back

“Great news!” they shouted out

“He is risen! He is risen”

But, the men were left in doubt


Yet, finally Peter had to see

If what they said was true

And John ran with him to the tomb

A race toward truth, these two


John beat Peter to the tomb

But stood outside to see

While Peter, as soon as he arrived,

Went in immediately


And sure enough as Mary said

No body did they see

Just linen wrappings lying there

Where Jesus ought to be


What could this mean? Why was He gone?

What plot had been conceived?

Peter struggled with these facts,

But John saw and believed.


The men walked back the dusty road

Together, lost in thought

Reviewing all that Jesus did

And all that Jesus taught


But Mary Magdalene remained

She’d followed close behind

She felt confused, surprised and lost

Was Jesus there to find?


Had the message of the angels

Really been the truth of God?

Was Jesus truly living now?

Or just some story odd?


And then a voice broke through the morn

It startled her to hear
“Why do you weep? Whom do you seek?”

It rang out soft but clear


Perhaps the gardener of the tombs

She thought, he might know more

The missing Jesus could have been

For him another chore.


“Tell me, sir, if you have moved

My master and my friend

Just tell me if you’ve taken him

To meet some other end”


“Mary!” she had heard her name

Said by so many men

But only one had spoken it

Like she had heard it then!


“Rabboni!” teacher, Master, Jesus

“It is true. You really live!”

“Yes, my faithful, caring friend,

I’ve a message you must give.”


“But, Lord, just let me hold you

Let me cling and not let go!”

“No, dear one, you must hold back

There’s still much you must know.”



She listened to her Lord again,

His voice so great to hear.

The message was so wonderful

But still it brought a tear


Jesus promised her that He would come

Into their midst again

And so she left reluctantly

With this message once again


He is risen! He is risen!

As she burst right through the door

I have seen Him. I have touched Him!

It’s the Master! I am sure!


They talked and talked of what this meant

The doors and windows locked

They feared their capture even yet

Might come just as they talked


When in their midst Christ did appear

He lived as Mary said

He is risen! He is risen!

He is risen from the dead!


“Peace be unto you my friends,

The peace from God so true

As the Father has sent me

So now do I send you”


And then the Lord did breathe on them

With power from above

“Receive the Holy Spirit,” He said

Receive the heavenly dove.


And carry to the world the truth

Accomplished on my cross

Forgiveness is available

Life given through life lost


But it was only ten of them

That were gathered there that night

Thomas had been somewhere else,

Lost chance to see the Light


And later, after Jesus left

Came Thomas to the room

He is risen! He is risen!

Rang the message that burst the tomb


Thomas doubted, Thomas struggled,

“It’s a story, can’t be true

Living? Jesus living?

Back alive for me and you?”


“I can’t believe it, can’t believe it

He is dead; was crucified.

I won’t believe, I won’t believe it,

‘til I touch His hand and side!”


One week later, Jesus came

In the room with Thomas there

Went right over swiftly to him

In his eyes did Jesus stare


“It was hard I know to trust,

But now you know you weren’t deceived

You may touch my hands, my side

Thomas saw, and now believed


He exclaimed, “My Lord, My God!”

But on his senses he did lean

Jesus said, “The truly blessed

Will be believers who haven’t seen.”


And thus the story, thus the message

Of our Jesus, crucified

He is risen! He is risen!

Yes, He lives, the man who died.


It’s a message shared at Easter

Shared with hope for me and you

It’s the message of our Savior

One to tell and one to do


It’s a message shared in summer

Shared in winter, spring and fall

It’s a message of a man who died

And rose again for all


And so it is a message

Ringing out this Easter morn

Jesus lives! O’er death He’s conquered,

And with Him new Life’s been born!


Can you feel it? Have you heard it?

Can you sense both gain and loss?

Jesus gave His body, shed His blood

And died upon a cross


And had that death, but ended there

It would be pure tragedy

But we have heard the fuller tale,

A tale of victory


He is risen! He is risen!

He is risen from the dead!

Jesus lives! The devil’s conquered

Death has lost its grip, its dread


It’s a message that each Christian

Has embraced down through the years

Each has felt the Master’s presence,

Needed it in times of tears


Even now if you should find

That with your life you cannot cope

Easter morning brings a message

Full of promise, full of hope


God has done it, God has acted

Done a miracle, it’s true

It’s a sign of strength and power,

And a gift for me and you


Feel it strongly! Hold it tightly!

For to you it has been said

He is risen! He is risen!

Christ is risen from the dead.

A CHRISTIAN LIFE – A Poetic Acrostic


After the pain and fear

A movement from darkness to light

A smack

A cry

Awful, awe-full

A new life, new hope, a sigh.


Breast that nurtures

Baby blares discomfort

Burp that relieves the pain.

Baptism’s grace

Blessed little beast

Bothered by God and sin’s stain.


Christ probing for the center.

Christ committed from the Beginning

Child caring deeply at times

Caring not at others

Cost and risk; Challenges everywhere

Chilled by the world, this little runt


Dare to try

Deaf to any guidance offered

“Do not,” they say, but I will!

Down the road of freedom I travel

Deadly this self-centered thrill

Deeply wound, yet easy to unravel


Each day something new

Every day an opportunity

Elevation the goal

Elocution still poor

Enter every hole

Exit every door


Faith still a simple thing

Father, Mother, Sister, Brother

Found by God, yet

Filled with the Devil!

Full, yet not really

Further, deeper, an open heart


Gamble more now, adolescent

Give and grab with abandon

Galled by any limits

Gifted by any love

Granted the unlimited future

Glory in immediate satisfaction


Home is not what it has always been

Have others who mean more, it seems

Hurry, hurry, always more

Hope to always see another door

Heaven a theory so far off

Hell comes daily, adjustment rough



I matter, I am

I can care beyond myself

I think I can

I like, I love, I hope, I pray

I want, I need, I wonder, I grow


Jesus, at times, an experience of love

Jesus, at times, an expression in vain

Just wanting to be myself

Just wanting to avoid the pain

Jealous easily, love so insecure

Jump to conclusions, of everything so sure


Kicks make for a special day

Kicked by life in different ways

Keeping on, but often tired of trying

Kept by One beyond, but am I buying?

Keeper keep away, I want my freedom

Keeper, don’t go too far, I might fall!

Kaptured by the One Beyond, it seems;

Kommitted anew, I; though Committed all along, God!


LOVE, a feeling so deep, I’m smitten

Living as one, but always thinking of the other

Learning so many things through another’s eyes

Laughing, oh yes, from deep within

Lurking, a fear, can this last?

LOVE, a gift from God beyond


Marriage comes, treasuring one so dear

Meaning found in this one so near

Mesmerized even by this wonderful love

Moving deeper, guided by the Love from above

More still seems always better

Mountains still lie ahead


Now the Call, Vocation, what will “I be”

Nesting means providing for a family

New, this sense of responsibility

Need to care for us, not just me

Never felt this kind of stress

Never felt such unworthiness


Oh my!

Oh no!

Oh God!

Oh why?

Oh #@%&*@!



Pulled by this difficult world

Power seems so important to have and to hold

People think they know what I need

Panting, probing, pulling, pushing,

Peering ahead to see what might be

Pleading to God for more security


Quitting this life, too much struggle, too much pain

Quite impossible, too much Sonshine even in the rain

Quivering and humbled at times this young adult

Quietly, God moves a hand

Questions answered, and new ones take their place

Quelling the quixotic and embracing Life’s Quest


RUN is often the feeling

Reeling from the challenges life brings

Rest rarely an opportunity

Respect from others I need to know, but

Respect for myself I find and grow

Rocked, but anchored in the Rock


Seeing days and days, and days and days

Sanity sets in, a perspective on life that age brings

Saved, yes in the future, but more importantly, today

Start to finish, a day lived with Jesus, my goal

Seldom experienced, but fun to seek

Simple, so simple


Testing still comes

Temptations still arise

Taught that sin comes only in the unfaithful response

Temporary these temptations, yet seem permanent in their midst

Talk with God and listen, Listen

Turn toward Jesus and follow, Follow


Understood and working hard to understand

Useful, but useless, too

United in love that is anchored in years of life

Updating, upgrading, but is it enough?  Is it worth it?

Upset, but upheld, too

Undeniable awe at life and Life


Vast volumes of knowledge I will never understand

Vivid glimpses of the Truth that humble me

Vigor not quite what it once was

Vanishing are the days at increasing speed

Vision, inspired vision, I desire to know, to share

Victories come, but with interesting new definitions


Will, sacrificed, yielded, reclaimed

Want is rare

Whither one goes, one seeks One’s will

Why is asked less, but profoundly when asked

Wow!  Life is so amazing and so short

When the end may come, the Beginning is just beyond


X-rays, CTscans, MRI’s, bloodtests – medical world

Xerox, before that, mimeo, before that, ditto – Ahh, the smell

Xenophobic? Sometimes, but at my best, fascinated and curious

X-rated, not much there

Xmas – rarely used it – liked seeing Christ

X, does it mark the spot? For what do we search? Questions matter.


Youth, it was so fleeting, but just yesterday

Yesterday carries so many meanings

Yawns come – tired arises in new ways these days

Yens are less, a few less of “yinz”, as well!

You, not me, sinner that I am, I still wrestle

Yield to the One, listen, trust, follow


Zip is gone now

Zoo that this life has been

Zeus I have not served, but Christ

ZOA is mine in Him

and in Him alone

Zeal I had, I had in Him

Zenith reached, and then

Zion Beyond!