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“Kindness will always lead to a ‘home run’” – Norah O’Donnelle CBS nightly news anchor

Resurrections

The Concrete Cathedral

They have returned,
This congregation of webbed feet,
Hard shells, scaly skin.
Lifting their heads to the sky
They sing praises in chirps, croaks, hisses.
Simple prayers of thanksgiving for Spring’s return.

The dry reeds replaced with green shoots;
A soft carpet of mud covers the ground.
The wind blows warm damp smells,
The wetlands own brand of incense.

Close by the New Jersey Turnpike transects
These pools and ponds.
Its concrete pilings, cathedral like archways,
Rise to the sky.

This is the time of resurrections:
Jesus from his tomb,
Small creatures from hibernation.
God’s denizens now gather to mate,
A ceremony of joy to honor their creator!

No organ or guitar music plays,
Only the rush of the wind
Or the whistle of a train can be heard.
And God is pleased
For his creations, his small creatures,
In this grand concrete cathedral
Give homage to his greatness.
Alleluia, the Resurrection is complete.

Easter

Hark! A Sonrise
.
Through desert and famine,
Through days without rain
Through death and destruction
A path of great pain.
He walked without crying
He walked for our sins
In light then in darkness
Until all became dim.
He took on the crimes
Our cross he did bear
We just turned our heads
We just didn’t care.
He knew we’d betray him
He knew he would die
And in a cold tomb
His body would lie.
But he was the Messiah
This world he would save.
As the Son of the Father
Rose from his earthly grave.