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A poem for Easter
Shay Cullen

He is risen!
What a great surprise, wonder, amazement,
That He walks among us risen from the dead,
Hard to believe by the disciples,

Never accepted by the Pharisees, it is a fraud they said.
The soldiers’ guarding the tomb were bribed to silence, shocked with awe
Warned to say it never happened,
The followers did not believe what they saw.

There is no explanation, reason cannot understand,
For without Faith, it is beyond explanation, a dead man walking,
Among us ,then and now in every place in every land,
Eating with his nervous friends, laughing and talking.

To believe is to know that when we feel the loss and suffer the pain,
When a loving parent, a brother, sister, a friend or a child pass away,
We have faith to be strong and take the strain,
when we believe in life hereafter, with Faith in a better day

No blame on Eternal goodness, the presence of love, the source of light,
It is the circle of natural life and death, that is our fate,
We endure it, avoid it and overcome; it is never too late.
To welcome the blessings of life and live it in justice and right.