Easter Poems
Crossroads
Every road’s a crossroad
As we follow them each day…
We bear a cross
Or wear a cross
In hidden, subtle ways…
So when we get to an intersection—
Where we have to go
Straight, left, right, or return…
Decisions are made—
A price is paid—
As we show what we have learned…
Are we on the right path
If indeed we do turn left…
Or is it wrong
If we turn right…
Is our life prone to the theft
Of what we think
We are due…
Of what we think
We somehow deserve…?
These roads cross the roads
We are upon—
Where do they get the nerve!
Every road’s a crossroad
And that’s how it should be
For if we only go straight
It’s soon too late
To experience
All of the journey…
It is the turns, and bumps, and stop signs…
The yielding, speeding, crashes
Which make life much more
Than a straight line…
Much more than tears
Clinging to our lower lashes…
We must strive
And
We must drive
Ourselves
To let teardrops fall…
For a life
Without tears or crossroads
Is not really a life at all.
Rawland Storm
One never begins life
On the straight and narrow...
One never ends their life there either...
That is why Jesus decided
To take the ultimate crossroad for us.
He Rose To The Occasion
He rose to the occasion—
He was the only One who could...
The path He took—perfect and straight;
His destination—a cross of wood;
He rose to the occasion—
Above death, and sin, and lies...
He rose to the occasion
So we, too, might also rise.
Rawland Storm
Please also read Rey's Happy Easter poem, for it explains this whole Easter-thing, so much better than mine.
http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/poems/105/poem_91036988.html
By Rawland
© 2008 Rawland
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