A Poemless Easter

I started writing Easter poems years ago. One every year since...oh I don't know...the late 80's or early 90's. I thought about writing one again this year but no inspiration came.

Occasionally the flicker of an idea would come but when all done the paper I was writing it out on got crumbled up and tossed in the garbage. Maybe, there is nothing more to say about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Maybe after 2000 years and thousands of generations its all been said, in a hundred different ways.

No Easter plans this year. Did the usual. Went to church and really enjoyed the music and the message. Drove home and as I did I went past a different church. I saw all the cars in the parking lot and thought about the pastor who was preaching there. Someone I know. I paused to pray that his message would reflect his heart. Then I thought about all the pastors I am blessed to know and have known over the years.

My job gives me the unique opportunity to get to know clergy from different Christian denominations. Not just to know they are there but to really know them. The person. Yes, I am blessed.

I continued my drive home thinking about taking some time to write a poem. An idea began to form. But I was so surprised the weather reports were wrong and happy to see blue sky that I chose instead to take a walk. I took a good book and had a great "walk and read". If you've read my blog for any time now you might remember I like to do that.

When I got home my husband was also home so we got a bite to eat, did some chasing, and then came home to continue the never ending task of cleaning items still in the garage that were contaminated by the "vermiculite tragedy" as it is now being called. I believe we are down to one more tub of clothes that have to be done and then the house is clean. So we will move on to work on the garage and the basement. UGH!

So back to the poem. I have decided I can't tell the Easter events any better than scripture; so this year I will quote from the Bible what I heard this morning at church.

1 Corinthians 15:3-6
"I passed on to you what was most important and what had also been passed on to me. Christ died for our sins, just as the Scriptures said. He was buried, and he was raised from the dead on the third day, just as the Scriptures said. He was seen by Peter and then by the Twelve. After that, he was seen by more than 500 of his followers at one time, most of whom are still alive, though some have died."

Real? Myth? A nice story?

Many lived in Jesus times. Many were crucified on a Roman cross. Only One died for our sins. Only One rose from the dead.