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 Apr 2017 SallyS
Ashly Kocher
I closed my eyes to fall asleep
I saw an image and felt a warm breeze
The image I saw took me by surprise
I really didn't want to open my eyes
To my surprise I saw your face
You smiled at me and said everything will be ok
Even for a couple minutes to see your face
You sat in your race car and took my pain away
I felt a moment of love from you
All the way from heaven I got to see you...
I saw my dad in my dream last night   He used to be a race car driver when he was younger. It felt so good to see his face.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
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~~°♡°~~

He had died upon a cross
Three days laid to rest
Women came unto His tomb
With a vision blessed

As they saw the stone was moved
An angel then appeared
"Why is it you come to seek
A man who is not here?"


They looked into the tomb and saw
The cavity was bare
The shroud was neatly folded
But Jesus wasn't there!

The joy they felt beatific
When Jesus did they see!
They obeyed His next command
To meet at Galilee

In amazement and some fear
The women ran to others
Proclaimed the news Christ was alive
To the waiting brothers!

And two of the disciples
Did walk to Emmaus
To find the Lord amongst them
Though their eyes they could not trust
When they could see, and found it He
Said, "Our hearts burned within us!"

Then Jesus came, good as His name
To folk who were to wait
He showed his scars, the telltale mars
Sat with them and ate!

He led them up to Bethany
Blessed them all around
They were amazed, with His hands raised
He was lifted from the ground!
Can you imagine trumpeting?
Can you hear the sound?
Could there be it's equal?
In glory to be found?
Jesus rose to heaven

The clouds were then His

CROWN



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(C) 4/16/2017
I wanted this poem to be Biblically accurate.
Jesus didn't ascend into heaven on the third day, but appeared to thousands of people
before His Ascension!

HAVE A VERY BLESSED
RESURRECTION SUNDAY!

♡ Catherine
 Apr 2017 SallyS
sunprincess
Sweet pleasures of life
Sun, air, food, water
dreamland,
and a poet's sweet kiss
xoxo
Life without Christ, would be too unbearable for me.
Death would be more bearable for me, if Christ did not save me.
Life would a worthless waste of time to have existence.
But Christ does save, and rescue those whom cry out to him.
For this is what he does, save those whom call upon his  Name.
For he is the Saving Savior God, we are so Blessed by him.
For there is none other whom that we can cry out to for Salvation.
He not only saves our Soul, he saves our Life among other things.
He rescues us when the evil one is trying to steal from us as well.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
nivek
our star
 Apr 2017 SallyS
nivek
Constant starlight
our star
burns late into the night

Summer Sun
our Sun
warms us from winters sleep

The daystar
our star
early morn arrives, leaves late.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
AMcQ
-Daffodils-
 Apr 2017 SallyS
AMcQ
From where came you;
Sun drenched flower?
Why does yellow
not dissolve in you
like the others.
You beam back
at dazzled onlookers;
Bobbing your head
in agreement
with the beauty
you exude.
 Apr 2017 SallyS
SøułSurvivør
An Inca Dove flies to and fro
Landing graceful in my yard
Grist for any poet, bard
Her cooing soft and low.

Warm gray body, flash of wing
Whatever does she do?
I see her as her task ensues
She does a constant thing.

Back and forth the small bird flies
Of this I can attest
She pulls grass for her small nest
Right before my eyes!

I've been sitting here for hours
Thinking on my dreams
Lazily, or so it seems
For that bird builds her tower!

She goes by instinct, like the ant
Who burrows in the soil
Ever constant with her toil
'Til she would sit and pant!

While I do nothing in my seat
She flies away, and then
She comes for grasses yet again
Until her nest's complete!

Would that all the warring nations
Sit down to agree
To make the people warring-free
With such dedication!

Emulate the gentle dove
She slaves to rear her young
She works away and softly sung

Her song of purest LOVE.


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(C) 4/18/2017
 Apr 2017 SallyS
Seán Mac Falls
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Crow in the sun so black,
You are blue, a dark shining
On the green innocent lawn.

Crow in the sun creeping,
On land you are awkward,
In the sky you are blotting.

Crow in the laze of the day,
Your eyes are unbalancing
In the gardens overgrown.

Crow in the sun so black,
You are shimmering dread,
On the green unkept lawns.
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