An Easter flower cuts light into the sill
The sound of suffering is forever still.
Tears of forgiveness warm the evening chill.
I hear His whisper in a rustling leaf,
'I would have been so lonely in my grief,
Without your fragile friendship, my good thief.
You did not scorn the pity of My frame,
But saw the Jesus in Me just the same,
I call you Friend, you need no other name.
My Father's house is just a breath away.
See. one by one the windows light our way.
I think He was expecting us today.'
Beyond the drama of earth's dying skies,
Joy is too powerful for human eyes.
Forever is today in Paradise.
For my dear friend, Ralph Russell who often requested this poem to be read at Easter.
Love the structure of tercets that are rarely seen in modern verse. You have inspired me to try my hand at this style. The image in the conclusion is nothing short of spectacular. A finely crafted piece. Hallelujah, dear soul! With Easter just around the corner, I am glad I found this gem. Warmest wishes, Greg
A very lovely poem, Sandra. It inspired my to post the poem 'Angel of Darkness, Angel of Light', since it echoes the same sentiments. Your view is graceful, as are your words. I too was the thief that defended Him.
Sandra, I'll have to come back to this one later. I'm not sure I've captured the beauty, beneath the beauty of this one.Your poems are somethig else.
How deep the meaning is. You write about the reality that most of us fail to ponder upon. You are truly a born poet.
forever is today- in this very moment. deeply spiritual and full of affirmations very profound, Sandra10 i liked the opening lines very intense. warm regards Mamta
Written from the point of view of the dear sacrificing One who was grateful and full of love for the thief. A beautiful and reverent piece Sandra. I can well imaging this being read aloud at Easter time. Bless you, and many good wishes from Fay.
My father's house is just a breath away.......poignant indeed! Happy Easter to you.
Your love for seeking His presence in a rustling leaf is quite in consonance with our devotional poetry. Great images of thought, sight and sound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
just love this, sandra.