The House of the Rising Son

Happy Easter everyone! Hope you all had a wonderful day yesterday! It was sunny and beautiful here in Ann Arbor, and I spent the day writing (of course).

Today is Poetry Monday, and (with yesterday being the Holiday and all) I thought it appropriate to write an Easter poem. Easter is a holiday that really brings back childhood memories for me. I remember searching for Easter baskets and going to church (back when we actually went to church as a family). I remember being dressed up, wearing big Easter hats, and running around our church, playing with the other children.

As I sat down to write this poem I instantly fell back into my 5 year old mindset. As a result, this piece has a voice that I think is hilarious. It was really fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it!

Easter Stories

By: Sarah Lenore

I wore the dress with frills and lace

Shirley's curls flopped in my face

We went to church to get some grace

I think Jesus lives in that place

I've never seen him, but he's there

He shines up all the shoes I wear

And makes the ribbons for my hair

He's there when people show they care

We sing some hymns, and I sing loud

Cuz when you sing, you must sing proud

Don't hide your feelings in a crowd

God wants his praise with heads unbowed

After church we hunt some eggs

Can't run too fast, got tiny legs

I look inside the flower beds

Cuz that's where bunnies lay their eggs

At dinner time we sit and eat

I see a plate with lots of meat

My mom cooked it with lots of heat

We sure got lots and lots to eat!

It's time for baths and time for bed

There's lots of yawns stuck in my head

Mom looks through all the books I've read

But tells stories bout God instead

She tells about Him and His son

And how Jesus became the one

Who saved my mom and everyone

From sins that couldn't be undone

It wasn't us who did the sins

But we would have to make amends

Cuz through them we all came to live

We're stuck in this predicament

First He died and then He rose

This was the life that He had chose

To show us how we should behold

God's mighty works from on his throne

So every year on Easter Day

We go to church, we sit, we pray

We thank God for the son he gave

To rise up from his sinless grave