LEARNING IS LIFE

  Inner Christ, must rise o'er all: True message of Easter in a Poem POEM Christ is risen, the stone is gone, A brand new day, a hopeful dawn. Death's cold grip, no longer binds, Life bursts forth, for all mankind. Love's gentle hand, forgives the wrong, Where hatred festered, joy is strong. No empty show, no hollow sound, But spirit deep, on holy ground. Be just not follower, blind and lost, But Christ-like souls, at any cost . For rigid rules, and dogma's hold, Have stories of conflict often told. "Christ is risen," hear the call, Our inner Christ, must rise o'er all. Let deadly sins, now fade away, And hope, and love, light up the day.

WORLD PARTY DAY, APRIL 3: THEME SONG  A day to care, a day to share, World Party Day, what joy it brings! No matter where you make your home, This happy day is for everyone. From busy streets to quiet lane, Let harmony flow, forget the pain. A pot of food, a song to share, Show kindness, show that you care. The drums may beat a different sound, The stories told on sacred ground, But laughter binds, a common thread, A rainbow bright above our head. No flags we wave, no sides we choose, Just open hearts, empathy shoes. A neighbor smiles, a hand to hold, A tale of peace, in days of old. So gather near, both big and small, Invite the world, embrace them all. For in this joy, a seed we sow, Of love and peace, to help us grow.

  Easter Bunny and Eggs: Tercets A bunny soft, with eggs so bright, New life is here, a fresh restart, Forgive the past, and hold on tight. From darkness comes a hopeful sight, A brand new chance to play our part, Forgive the past, and hold on tight. Let go of shadows, day and night, A gentle love within the heart, Forgive the past, and hold on tight. This Easter day, with all our might, We rise above, a brand new start, Says bunny soft, with eggs so bright,

 Find meaning in suffering to redeem like Christ: A poem A shadow falls, a bitter sting, Grief's cold hand, a loss takes wing. Suffering walks, a constant friend, Till journey's close, to life's end. It tests our will, it bends our knee, A crucible of what we'll be. Response we choose, in darkest night, To rise above, and find the light. For cause embraced, a noble stand, Death faced with love, a helping hand. Humanity's call, a spirit bright, Redemption blooms, dispelling night. Like Christ's own cross, a path so steep, Liberation found, in sorrow deep. Meaning emerges, strong and true, Suffering's gift, to see us through.

 Overcoming Death's Dread by Rising Again: An Easter Poem Be gentle, low, and pure of heart, Dying to the past, a brand new start. Our wrongs and failings, dark and deep, He bore them all, so we could leap. He rose again, a light so bright, Let's remake ourselves, with all our might. Cleanse your mind, from shadows deep, Pray, fast, reflect, your promise keep. Cleanse your senses, and what you crave, From greed and rage, the power save. From laziness and mournful sighs, From showing off, and haughty lies. Be loving, no strings tied, Let resurrection be your guide. Let Christ within, now brightly shine, A new you born, truly divine. Live simply, let your spirit soar, Reflect in silence, evermore. Be loving, no strings tied, A brand new you, with grace inside.

 Curifixion of Jesus: A Poem A hammer's blow, a cruel, hard nail, He hangs in pain, a bitter trail. "Forgive them, Father," whispers low, "They do not know, they do not know." Blind hands that strike, with hearts of stone, Their fear is loud, their judgment shown. They see a threat, a rebel's plea, But not the truth, so plain to see. Too quick to judge, too slow to feel, The wounds they make, will never heal. Unaware of the debt they sow, They do not know, they do not know.