This year, last day of Easter - the crown up on the wall
paints a vivid picture which with whimsy I recall
That special time on bended knee humbled and contrite
a simple faith steadfast and true to which I still hold tight
Comfort and a solace true abiding in my heart
held firmly in a life-long hold from which I'll never part
Once some several years ago
In hallowed ground near here
I bowed and offered humber prayer
the beach and sea quite near
A little chapel on the shore
at Easter time at home
with crown of thorns up on the wall
for people to atone
And now as then on Saturday
the sun becomes the son
as at Easter his forgiveness
is complete for everyone
Shadow of a crown of thorns
high up on the wall
held there in a flickering light
sweetest thing I saw
Around me people quietly prayed
the Spirit, moving, felt
a whispered word, a silent prayer
shared as people knelt
Akin there to a healing light
flickering on the wall
held silent by a shadow
beckoning a call
The shadow of a crown of thorns
up there in plain sight
here on this Good Friday
reflecting what is right
Forsythia yellow leapt to life
On Easter Sunday morn
Dead throughout the winter
Today it was reborn
An apt reminder of the truth
What Easter’s all about
New life from death born of a faith
And never left in doubt
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