April 21

Fiery horizon, flaming sun

Pulls me from my sleep

Power of life takes my hand

Colorfully beckons me


Awakening heart, stirring soul

Mercies fresh as dew

With the flaring, sunlit clouds

I pass from night to new


Fiery outline, flaming Son

Eclipsing tomb’s cold stone

Power of life quakes the earth

Shatters death’s fierce hold


Awakening hearts, stirring souls

Mercies fresh as morn

With the flaring, Son’s sweet life

I’m shaken, changed, reborn


Happy Easter, friends,

Bethany J.

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