Sunday, April 5, 2009

Poem: The Easter Egg Hunt

The Easter Egg Hunt

The basket is empty throughout the year,
until now, in this season of rebirth,
it is pulled out in expectation,

ready for the hunt, certain
that tiny treasures are there
for those that search the deep grasses
with diligent eyes.

You watch the children, restless to begin,
and see a reflection of your own life,
your own need to search the deep grasses of life
with that same sense of adventure,

of sureness of God's grace,
his loving gifts, to find his splashes of color
hidden not to be kept secret, but placed
to be found.


The picture was taken yesterday at a church Easter Egg hunt. It was actually a mistake shot, where I hit the take button when I did not to, but somehow, it captured something of the day. You can click on it for a larger version.


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