The Gift of Easter

3-4 2010 Kultura English
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Do not go to my grave
And weep - -
I am not there,
I do not sleep - -
In another form
I am to be
Alive through all

The seed you burried
In its tomb of earth
Cannot be found.
The crust of soil
It pierces through,
In leaves and blossoms
Grows anew.....

The cartepillar
Bound to earth
In its cocoon of death
Receives new birth.
A new existence
Now begins
In colourful patterns
Of its wings.....

The empty tomb
Is dressed in light,
All wounds are healed,
His body´s bright!!
Death door wide open
To a new life´s scope -
- Our gift of Easter
of JOY and HOPE!!!

Hana Gerzanic-Hons

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