One Easter Morn
As I was strolling about one Easter morn,
I reflected on just what this day meant;
Of how one man could give his very life
For so many others in those times of strife;
And how from that past to this day present
From His death, that salvation twas born.
The air cold and crisp, the sun shone bright;
Winter had refused to release its firm hold
In spite of the pleas of an overdue Spring.
In protest a piece of debris did take wing,
And lest it thought its actions were bold
The cruel wind whisked it far out of sight.
Ere it vanished, did I find pause to muse;
So very tenuous, how so delicate our lives,
A piece of debris can become a metaphor -
That we are debris, no less and no more.
I am a person cast adrift, one who strives
With nothing to win, and nothing to lose.
The precious gift of life from one man's loss,
That is what we should praise and remember;
Have we forgotten He gave all he had to give?
Could we forsake gain and yet desire to live
Whence life's fire has become but an ember?
Are we worthy of He who died on the cross?
-Mike Ashley
I reflected on just what this day meant;
Of how one man could give his very life
For so many others in those times of strife;
And how from that past to this day present
From His death, that salvation twas born.
The air cold and crisp, the sun shone bright;
Winter had refused to release its firm hold
In spite of the pleas of an overdue Spring.
In protest a piece of debris did take wing,
And lest it thought its actions were bold
The cruel wind whisked it far out of sight.
Ere it vanished, did I find pause to muse;
So very tenuous, how so delicate our lives,
A piece of debris can become a metaphor -
That we are debris, no less and no more.
I am a person cast adrift, one who strives
With nothing to win, and nothing to lose.
The precious gift of life from one man's loss,
That is what we should praise and remember;
Have we forgotten He gave all he had to give?
Could we forsake gain and yet desire to live
Whence life's fire has become but an ember?
Are we worthy of He who died on the cross?
-Mike Ashley
4/8/07
No.948
10 comments:
I like that Mike, you should write/publish more.
very nice. thank you. very good reminder.
Beautiful!
I hope you are well and had a great Easter.
Huggles and Love from our home to yours.
Raggedy
Very nice. Thank you for sharing. I hope you had a wonderful Easter.
beautiful
Thank you for the comment on my blog. I'm glad you liked my poem. Drop by any time,I'll be posting more.
Beautifully done, Mike.
Thank you, Peter, Lime, Raggedy, Soulsearcher, Christina, and Serena.
I do think that too many people forget the meaning behind most of the holidays, distracted by the commercialization of them.
That's beautiful, Mike.
Thank you, Miss C.
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