Apparently I wrote this in Istanbul, Dec 1963. From a letter from me forwarded by little sister Marjorie, Feb, 2013. I called them My Jesus Poems.
I follow these with a today poem, in the reaffirmation of humankind’s Greatest Gift.
I Stood Where Christ stood
I stood where Christ stood,
I sat within His cell;
And at the Garden Rock
I felt His sad tears well.
I knelt before the Pillar,
His only friend when whipped;
I brooded in the Judgement Room
And felt how cheaply He’d been gypped.
I walked His road to Calvary,
And felt the weight that was His cross,
And I learned humility
On a path that had been blocked.
I kissed the star that marks the spot
Where my Saviour died,
And emotions filled me, oh, so full,
No strength remained even to have cried.
I dropped my brow on Jesus’ tomb,
Too confused to pray;
But then, like Him, I rose again,
My role in life to play.
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Sunset Over Jerusalem
O’er Jerusalem the sun sets e’er in blood,
As though the Christ were dying still,
A rosy fire illuminates the hill,
A constant flow of Calvary flood.
For as long as Arab faces Jew
Each with safety catch uncocked,
And brother’s way to brother
By infamous wall is blocked,
Sunset brimstone hangs with fire
To spread aflame once more
A Sodom and Gomnorrah
By an angry God twice pricked and sore.
O’er Jerusalem the sun sets e’er in blood,
As though the Christ were dying still,
A rosy fire illuminates the hill,
A constant flow of Calvary flood.
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HAPPY EASTER
Christ died for mankind’s sins,
Christ arose to save all souls,
In honour of the risen Christ, rise,
Be like Angelou, overcome the sins
Of others, throw off the burning coals,
Face your fears and rise.
Be your better person ,
Toss the bad one in the bins,
Lead with your best examples,
Forgive the others’ sins.
Greet each day like Easter
Renew your vows with life
And while others’ words may cut you like a knife,
Treat each man, and child, woman, wife,
As a gift, and help them, too, to rise.
After all, life is your first prize.
Enjoy your Easter bunnies,
Eat your chocolate eggs,
But don’t forget the reason
We have these special days.
Take that through the seasons
And tread wise chosen ways.
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Picture by Pixabay.
Have a happy and blessed Easter, friends.
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