Easter: Not Just a Day

My hope-colored glasses

shadow my outlook;

resurrection is merely the beginning;

I observe, I notice, I listen for

His presence these 50 days.

My gratitude for Him gives

power to my mission of love.

His eternal residence in my heart

offers hope, reason, and promise.

In my mission of prayer,

I walk not with scorn or derision;

my future is with God both day and night.

I am but a leaf on His tree of love

that will not wither after 50 days;

as Jesus continues to love, so shall I.

His 50 days – a bridge for my life.

© Russell Kendall Carter