Reflections on the Easter Perspective

Some folks have a hard time believing the Easter story. The resurrection of Jesus found in the gospels gives the account from different writer’s perspectives. You might think that creates contradictions and therefore cannot be true. Others say that since there is no historical record of these happenings, other than the Biblical account, that it is just Christian mythology.

I believe getting lost in the details causes one to lose focus and misses the real message in the Easter story. Easter is about God’s love for all of us, and the belief that he would do what ever it takes to show us that love. Jesus shows us that there is a way to move beyond our self-centered way of thinking to a renewing of the mind… a rebirth of Spirit if you will. Our connection to God is not to some far off being, but rather found in His image and Spirit that dwells within our souls. It is through Jesus’ life and teachings that we can see the Father and find that personal connection to the Living God.

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Focusing takes out

all the background distraction

Sees subject only

drawing in a sharp clear view

finding your true perspective

A Gathering of the Dead

What do you see as you come to the emergence of Winter?

Lying together

Some see death others see hope

Death waiting for life

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

This came to me this morning as I was reading through the collection of Jisei poems from Frank Tassone’s prompt on d’Verse. We are to write a death poem or a Jisei. Jisei poems were of Japanese origins, and were often written in waka (tanka) or haiku, but death poems are not restricted to those forms. What is essential is the expression of both imminent death and the significance of life in the face of it. In this sense, Jisei is the poetry of both memorial and celebration.

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com and click on the Mr. Linkey link to read more interesting Jisei poems.

Awaiting Resurrection

October skies Covid-blue / clear as a bell

call for an end to summer’s heat

time for one last shinning / one last gasp.

Leaves present their colorful eulogy

leaving marks on flat smooth stones

lacking summer’s warmth.

As days close in, winter’s chilling bony finger

beckons us enter her icy sepulchral interment.

White snow blankets eulogies soon forgotten

as we rest / tucked in peaceful compost slumber,

awaiting life’s resurrection / sure to come.

Photos; Dwight L. Roth

Resurrection of Beauty

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Easter is here once more. Beauty shrouds us in shades of green. What was buried in the earth now springs forth in full glory! Halleluiah!

Beauty emerges

After the long dark winter

A resurrection

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Holy Week

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We enter this holy week together
Christians and Jews recall God’s protection
Stories of hope and love for each other
Faith strained in the midst of dark hopelessness
Prayers rise and lift us beyond our distress
As we see the Sun/Son rise hope is renewed
New life is ours on the path now pursued

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse Frank Hubney asked us to write a seven line Chaucerian poem. It is in iambic pentameter and has a pattern of ABA BB CC. Hopefully this is close to the real thing!

Join us at: https://dversepoets.com

A New Day…

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Easter Lilies bloom

Announce a new day dawning

Love wins // Grace for all

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Bing Photo: gardensnips.wordpress.com

Frank Tassone  asked us to consider the lily in our Haikai Poem for Easter Sunday.  The lily has long been a symbol of Easter.  Its beauty is a symbol of purity and new life. Hopefully your day has been a rewarding and inspirational one.

Join us at: https://frankjtassone.com/2019/04/21/haikai-challenge-82-4-21-19-easter-lily-haiku-senryu-haibun-tanka-haiga-renga/

Resurrection

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Resurrection

Behind every cross the sun is shining

Out of defeat comes resurrection // new life

No matter how difficult the road ahead

Nor how heavy the cross we might bear

Hope lies in the understanding that

Behind every cross the Son is shining!

Happy Easter to all of you 

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

 

Johnny Cash says it best… about that one solitary life…  Here Was A Man

I was There

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Several years ago our church choir director suggested that I write a song for our Easter sunrise service. I accepted the challenge and tried to write a song that captured the essence of what Christ did, when he died on the cross for the sins of the world, past, present, and future. To me that means all that I have done and will do, that would have condemned me, has been nailed there with him that day. So in a way I was there, because it was my sin, as well as all others, that put him there. This is what I came up with.

I was There

When they nailed him to the cross I was there

When they laid him in the grave I was there

All my sins were nailed with him to the cross that day

When Jesus suffered and died for me

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Jesus saw who I was and he loved me

He loved me because he knew

That the blood he shed could make me clean

And erase all my guilt an pain

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Then he rose victorious from the grave

He defeated Satan’s power over me

By God’s grace I am saved

By his blood I am cleansed

By his power I am now free

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Jesus saw who I was and he loved me

He loved me because he knew

That the blood he shed  could make me clean

And erase all my guilt and pain

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Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Fall Seeds and Pods

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Today I am sharing some photos of the seeds and pods that I saw on our trip to Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina. Seeds provide food for birds and hold the potential for reproduction after the long winter chill.  Thousands of seeds are produced each summer and either fall to the ground or are eaten. When I realize that ongoing life is held in those tiny pieces of matter it amazes me.

Seeds and Pods

Amazing seeds bursting forth

Treasures of reincarnation

Sustenance for snow-covered birds

Light as air floating in the wind

Round as bearings red as a rose

Pods ugly as mud fungi mushy as jell

Homes for aphid farmers

Perches for butterflies

Hanging around lying in wait for Spring

Resurrecting in the warm sunshine

To do it all over again

 

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