Old Cowbelle: Each Easter Sunday
I look into the past and see
our small ones,
crisp and shiny in home-sewn outfits
and polished shoes.
I feel the excitement of this
Blessed day as I see the sun come up
brighter than yesterday,
and I feel JOY!
I look back beyond those days and see
face upturned and filled with awe,
her grief of yesterday wiped
Today her battered Son is whole again