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

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