Easter Sunday

On an Easter Sunday
reminiscing histories.
Mulling over life’s mysteries
recounting old losses
reckoning unknown forces.
A kindred soul
adding warmth and glow.
Dispelling the gloom
of a sense of impending doom.
Once again light and cheer fill the room.

A toast to our life’s passions
and the stirring on an old happiness.
The pain of loss lessens
the past was a life lesson.
Get up and do your own thing.
A grand passion can never be lost
It clings to our soul and holds fast.
Grab the dark thoughts and toss it out.
Allow the old passion to awaken
and everything will once again be jocund.

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"The silence of good men is more dangerous than the brutality of bad men." Martin Luther King Sr.Love reading, enjoy creative writing. Enjoy nature and wildlife. Love going for nature walks!
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