The Betrayal

The Easter story is the greatest story ever told. All the events leading up to it, such as the creation, the fall of mankind, and mankinds constant rebellion against God makes the Easter story the climax. This story is about atonement, redemption, and forgiveness. Yet, as Jesus prayed in the garden that night, He who was one with God knew what would take place in the coming hours. And Jesus as man knew how much it would cost. Amazing. Happy Easter.

In the Garden of Gethsemane
It was dark and still.
There, Jesus prayed in agony
To do his fathers will.

Not far away the disciples lay
Fast asleep on the grass.
Now knowing the cup of suffering
Jesus would soon pass.

Suddenly, torches burning bright
Burst through the olive trees.
Guards with clubs and men with swords
Swept through the garden with ease.

Then Judas the traitor came towards Jesus
And kissed Him on the cheek
Yet, when the soldiers took Jesus away
Not a word would he speak.

As the leaders churned among themselves
To conspire and to lie,
With wringing hands they looked for a way
To condemn Jesus to die.

Throughout the jeering He said not a word.
Like a sheep He was brought away.
And He summoned no angels to help Him.
It was the plotters day.

More Ski Memories

It's snowing here in Southern Ontario. A bit of a surprise. I was told by my safety conscience bus driver friends it would arrive, but I hardly believed it until I saw it. Anyways, it gave me a chance to post another ski poem. There's something cozy about a ski lodge and it gives warm memories. But, remember to wear a helmet. Safety first.

Snowflakes falling to the ground
Chairs are climbing heaven bound
Boots a dangling everywhere
Smiling faces soar through air
Muffled voices zip downhill
Some whiz fast and others still
Bursts of colors pass with ease
Through the crowds of bare limb trees
Smiling faces, cheeks aglow
Next to the dazzling, frosty snow
Ski boots stomping in the chalet
Carrying cheese and plates of pate
Crock pots, coolers everywhere
Hungry skiers glad to share.

Make This Day Count

Here's a a few lines of wisdom of the far East. These lines are taken from Sanskrit that I came across. Oh, and the picture is me when I was two. Notice the watch on my arm. If only time could stand still when you want it to.

Look to this day,
For yesterday is but a dream
And tomorrow is only a a vision.
But today well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness,
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.
So look well to this day.

March Winds

Today, I sit nervously at home wondering how my son did on his job interviews. He left this morning with a new short hair cut, new leather shoes, a new blue shirt and pants. I prayed for him as he sat in the car and then I waved him off. It's scary to see your kids grow up. And yet, so gratifying. A new season has begun.

When March arrives
She turns the sheets
And scrubs and polishes
To make things neat.
Then sweeping her house
With a giant broom
She washes the gray
For buds to bloom.
How nice of March
To come and clean
Her lovely house
Back into green.

LENDING A HAND

I felt inspired to write a poem last night after I read a story of a woman lending a hand to two small girls. There's something so rewarding about helping someone else. It must be the smiles that you get in return. Enjoy!

In the middle of a rush of a busy afternoon,
Two tiny girls walked hand in hand singing a tune.
With smiles on each face and wearing pretty dresses
Their dark, brown eyes shone beneath curly tresses.
Suddenly, a shoelace of one girl became undone,
To cause tears of alarm that it would end their fun.
For shoelace tying is tricky for tiny girls of five.
And it seemed that no help for them would arrive.
A woman in a business suit rushed over to lend a hand
And kneeling on pavement she tied the shoelace strand.
As she whispered words of cheer on bended knee,
The lace was tied in a bow as neat as could be.
Smiling, the stranger watched the girls skip down the road
So glad that she had stooped to lighten up their load.

Your Smile

Valentine is over, but don't you agree that a smile goes a long way. Here's something I wrote for my husband over a year ago. It's still relevant today.

If I were paid a penny
each time you gave a smile,
I'd be the richest woman
amasing quite a pile.
I'm thankful that I married
a man in my father's mold.
Hardworking, honest, caring
It's love that's purest gold.

Spring Decorating

Have you started spring cleaning yet? Out with dirt and in with clean. Notice how mildew settles in around the window. Yuck. It's time to use vinegar. While you're at it, think about yucky things in your life that is preventing you from feeling clean inside. Like unforgiveness, anger or jealousy. Then get rid of that too. You won't regret it.

Winter leaves its frosty feet
At the doorway with a sigh.
While tree branches sweep the cobwebs
From the silver sky.
In steps gentle lamb with fleeces
Silky, soft and mellow.
And decorates the house with a splash
Of pink and yellow.