I heard

This is a new poem that I posted on my main site on Easter. I had been reflecting upon the seasons in different parts of the world. I’d like the poem to be in the archives here as well. Thank you, Ellen

Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin

I heard
He is alive
how can this be?
I look out the window
and the trees
have no leaves
and there is no
growth through
the fallen leaves
yet I know
what I have seen
all these many
and the plant
that seemed
to be gone
has one new leaf
and I know
in my heart
this is true

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Thought I’d try a poem from the perspective of someone who lived at the time, along with my experience of the seasons.

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He is not here: for he is risen, as he said.  Matthew 28: 6a (KJV)

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