Spring has once
Again returned here
Trees are popping
April buds like
Crackers at Christmas
And Daffodils Tulips
And early Daisies
Dance in yards
Like robed choir
Singers at Baptist
Sunday church service
Irises and Peonies
Begin to yawn
With short stalks
Of leafy green
Like barren flagpoles
Saul is bashfully
Warm like the
Blushing cheeks of
Teenagers at their
First mixed dance
This is today
Here in Charlotte
And they found
The stone turned
And the tomb
Empty and they
Knew that He
Had risen and
Saved us all
From our sins
Happy Easter everyone
Life is like
A rosary and
Each small bead
Represents a memory
Between the larger
Beads which are
Your loves of
Life it isn’t
Until you reach
The end are
You blessed with
Jesus and God
The reason for
All the rest
Moored off the
Coast surrounded by
The thick dense
Fog of life
A howling horn
Moans warning cliffs
A sweeping beacon
Catches my eye
Prompting me to
Follow my bulky
Oversized hull scrapes
Along the bodies
Of others as
I blindly navigate
Finally breaking free
Dawn rises brightening
My path to
You a white
Tower whose sound
And light welcomes
Me safely home
This is the
Love of friendship
My fingertips dance
Across your cheekbones
Like a child
Over frosted panes
Of glass clearing
Away the humidity
Of tears that
Iciness mine or
Nature caused and
Of which I
Now dry hoping
To see the
World like the
Child through the
Glass and like
Me through your
Now drying eyes
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 