Monday, April 21, 2014

Resurrection (#PoetryMonday*)

I tuck my sins
like brightly colored
rotting Easter eggs
into the dark, hidden
nooks and crannies
of my foolish soul.

The Holy Spirit
hops relentlessly through my life
finding each rotting one,
collecting them in a basket,
leaving them at the foot of the cross.

Miraculously they hatch out
bright yellow chicks of hope,
cheerily cheeping
of His tender
new-every-morning
mercies.














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A short, new poem.What do you think of mixing the imagery of the Easter bunny, eggs, and chicks with sin, crucifixion, and forgiveness? What new insights have you stumbled upon this Holy season?

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