Happy Easter

china-doll

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to thoes who celebrate it. :rose: And Happy Sunday to those who don't. :)

Remember Peeps are your friends. :nana:
 
cloudy said:
*shudder*

That's almost enought to put me off my coffee.

Almost.
Peeps go good with coffee. They melt really nice in the hot steaming cup of java! :D
 
Peeps explode in the microwave.

Happy Easter all! We've got eggs on the stove to boil and then onto the wild dye my blondie purchased.

:kiss:
 
From today's Writer's Almanac

Poem: "Descending Theology: The Garden" by Mary Karr from Sinners Welcome: Poems. © Harper Collins Publishers.


Descending Theology: The Garden

We know he was a man because, once doomed,
---he begged for reprieve. See him
grieving on his rock under olive trees,
---his companions asleep
on the hard ground around him
---wrapped in old hides.
Not one stayed awake as he'd asked.
---That went through him like a sword.
He wished with all his being to stay
---but gave up
bargaining at the sky. He knew
---it was all mercy anyhow,
unearned as breath. The Father couldn't intervene,
---though that gaze was never
not rapt, a mantle around him. This
---was our doing, our death.
The dark prince had poured the vial of poison
---into the betrayer's ear,
and it was done. Around the oasis where Jesus wept,
---the cracked earth radiated out for miles.
In the green center, Jesus prayed for the pardon
---of Judas, who was approaching
with soldiers, glancing up—as Christ was—into
---the punctured sky till his neck bones
ached. Here is his tear-riven face come
---to press a kiss on his brother.
 
. . . better late than never. . . Happy Easter, everybody!! :cathappy: <-- (This thing has always looked like a bunny to me.)
 
STALE PEEPS!

STALE PEEPS!

STALE PEEPS!

Sincerely,
ElSol
 
malachiteink said:
From today's Writer's Almanac

Poem: "Descending Theology: The Garden" by Mary Karr from Sinners Welcome: Poems. © Harper Collins Publishers.


Descending Theology: The Garden

We know he was a man because, once doomed,
---he begged for reprieve. See him
grieving on his rock under olive trees,
---his companions asleep
on the hard ground around him
---wrapped in old hides.
Not one stayed awake as he'd asked.
---That went through him like a sword.
He wished with all his being to stay
---but gave up
bargaining at the sky. He knew
---it was all mercy anyhow,
unearned as breath. The Father couldn't intervene,
---though that gaze was never
not rapt, a mantle around him. This
---was our doing, our death.
The dark prince had poured the vial of poison
---into the betrayer's ear,
and it was done. Around the oasis where Jesus wept,
---the cracked earth radiated out for miles.
In the green center, Jesus prayed for the pardon
---of Judas, who was approaching
with soldiers, glancing up—as Christ was—into
---the punctured sky till his neck bones
ached. Here is his tear-riven face come
---to press a kiss on his brother.

Beautiful -I adore that.

A late Happy Easter everyone!
 
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