We shout He is risen
but do we understand
the importance of the rising
of the Son of man?

Today on Easter Monday
and tomorrow and the next
we need not be fearful
worried or perplexed

Hope has risen
freeing us from death’s prison


At dVerse Poets Pub today Merril is calling for Quadrilles with some form of the word rise. With Easter still on my mind, I came up with this little poem.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


24 Responses

  1. I spent this morning finding on You Tube the old, traditional Easter hymns, and listening to them with pleasure.. I miss them so in the modern church services. Beautiful poem.

  2. I hoped you would touch on Easter’s true meaning; and you don’t disappoint. I went to the other end of the spectrum, finding humor in the phrase.

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