980 A Poem Written On Easter 04-05-2021

The day Jesus woke in His tomb

Is like the day my Grand Daughter

birthed from her womb.

On that day,

all the meanings of my years before

changed for ever more.

All my future days changed in all ways.

Now I wander, dazed,

brushing diamond dust before me.

It drifts in the air!

I stare in wonder at every new thing.

Praise every morning.

Listen to a wren sing,

Watch him take wing.

Nothing will ever be the same.

This darkening world,

in an instant

was draped in glowing rainbows.

The whole globe

goes from wrong to right

in the twinkling of her eyes,

in the glee of her laughter.

And though I do not know

who I used to be

or who I am

or who I shall become,

I cherish the changing in me

as I stroll through this world made new,

peopled by Brenna and Jesus,

watching her unfold,

believing in His old story, told.

Ever since that baby girl was born,

Ever since that old stone rolled.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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