182. he is risen

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The Sun is high
The Son is nigh –
Easter Sunday

The world in dew
Cleaned green anew
Heralded by more than few
In grateful retribution.

The hawk knows
The shark knows
The sheep know
The leech knows
Today more than any other.

At 9, the church is full
At 11, all but full
The message is joyful
The pastor is lulled
But coffee is free, thank God
To keep us woke in the Garden.

The songs raise high
Bright jubilant sky
And, might as one tries,
It won’t darken from lies
Since God is the reason
For our very existence
And Jesus the reason for living it out.

We leave God’s house
I thank the greeters
“He is Risen!”
“He is Risen, indeed.
Have a wonderful Easter.”
“I’ll try, Lord knows I’ll try.”
“All right, then. Have a Hell of a day!”
I have no more to say.

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