Easter - Meyer

As a child, I collected poems, typing them on 4X6 inch notepaper and putting them into a little binder, which has long since been lost. There are a few poems that have survived though, because every time I read them, I savor them once again, and determine to keep them. Yesterday, I looked for them through old photo boxes, in the “treasure chest” my son built for me years ago and in a file called “memorabilia.” It dawned on me this morning where they were, and I found them in my “Important Papers” file.

Please forgive me if this blog post gets too long. I do want to share a few of them with you.

Also, my sincere apologies to the authors of these poems – whoever you might be! Back when I typed them (40+ years ago), I did not realize the importance of the author’s name. If any readers recognize any of these poems and can attach an author to them, please let me know. Otherwise, for now, they are all designated, “Author Unknown.”

Two of the poems are about Easter but one is about Jesus’ return, which is also part of the Easter story. “For we believe that Jesus died and rose again, and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord’s word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left until the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first.” I Thessalonians 4: 14-16 NIV

I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I have over the years. And may you have a joyous Easter!

An Easter Garland for the Risen Lord

Emptiness!
He wasn’t there. He wasn’t where
she meant to find him.
“Mary!”
Turn around
don’t weep.
He waits for you
He calls.
Turn away from emptiness
greet life!

Princely Jesus
Clothed in flesh
Walked as man
Breathed as God
Sacrificed as Savior
Died as sin
Arose as Christ
Jesus
God’s budded almond rod
Grafting heaven’s fragrance
into reclaimed men
hallelujah
glory.

Let’s crash the cymbals
At sunrise,
shouting, He is Risen!
Let the sound burst upon the sleeper
bring the running to see.
Then speak Lord,
wrap us in Thy presence
awaken an Easter celebration in
our hearts.


Calvary… my home

You could have
sent a letter
or another prophet
to tell us
of Your concern
and it would have been
just as true.
But instead
You spilled out Your message in
blood
on the rough bitter pages
of a cross –
love’s most
violent declarations.

And even that was
no hyperbole.


He’s Back!

Cruising down the freeway
Just like any other day
the sky was full of clouds
the road was full of cars
the radio telegraphed its slogans
its songs
its news
to my ignoring ears
then the blare of a trumpet
reverberated through the car
my fingers flew to volume control
the radio was dead
the trumpet was not
the car blurred away and was gone
and there came a swelling in my soul
a rapturous ecstasy –
he’s back!
Praise God
Jesus is back!


Poems collected by Dorene Meyer
Author of “The Group” series: Jasmine, Lewis, Joshua, Missy…
http://www.dorenemeyer.com/
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