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Poem for the Day - Easter Sunday by Bill Adair

Posted: 1 April 2018

Poem for the Day 

It was late in the day when I arrived
So I just slipped
Into a back pew. Memories derived
From having to sit quiet and tight-lipped
Amongst the matrons of my childhood years,
Who smelled of mints and wore large moth-balled hats,
And watch-chained men who scowled at wriggling boys
Who broke their peace with sniggering and sneers,
Who pointed rudely asking, “What is that?”
“Is this the place God lives? Is He annoyed?”

Nothing has changed, I almost said out loud,
All still the same.
Sunday best and litany much too proud,
Their self-imposed repentance in God’s name.
These celebrations at the end of Lent,
With thirty silver pieces wrapped in eggs,
Proclaim the Lamb of God, a market loss,
A merchandised theatrical event.
But no one watching for forgiveness begs,
Though guilty as the soldiers round the cross

Who, with their simple game of cards and dice,
Play for a coat,
Bit players in the schemes of men and mice,
Now called of God, but called to mock and gloat.
And as the service drew toward its end,
In shades of Easter, trimmed in mauve and gold,
I almost missed it, through the organ’s din,
That still today he stands without a friend,
Denied, betrayed; and then the noon bell tolled
Its hugely false and empty Judas ring. 

Easter Sunday 
Bill Adair

Easter Haiku #7 - Saturday, Holy Week

Posted: 31 March 2018

Easter Haiku #7 – Saturday, Holy Week

The in-between day.
This fearful day of shadows.
Time to hope and pray.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day - The Lake Isle of Innisfree by W. B. Yeats

Posted: 31 March 2018

Poem for the Day

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart's core. 

The Lake Isle of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats

Easter Haiku #6 - Friday, Holy Week - Good Friday

Posted: 30 March 2018

Easter Haiku #6 – Friday, Holy Week - Good Friday

Was this the moment
The world darkened forever?
The day of rent veils.

Watch how women weep,
Soldiers gamble for a robe,
Dying thieves argue.

Peter, face hidden,
In denial and afraid,
Listens for cock-crow.

Then, the chosen one,
Traitor Judas hangs in doubt,
Dangling like Christmas.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day - When I Survey The Wondrous Cross by Issac Watts

Posted: 30 March 2018

Poem for the Day 
Something appropriate for Good Friday. People of all faiths and people of none can’t help appreciate the beautiful poetry in this old hymn.

When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.

Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.

See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did e’er such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?

Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.

When I Survey The Wondrous Cross 
Issac Watts

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