If ever there was a time for this poem, it is now. Depression has hit me hard and I needed to read this, my friend. Thank you for you comforting words.
Fantastic Joyce! A glimpse of Easter in a colorful poetic snapshot. No bunny, no eggs, no baskets. But real hope and love that is beyond human understanding. We might die before this is over. but that is when eternity kicks in and we will experience something that we can't really describe on paper. Happy Easter Joyce!
As only He can lift us, and He does that often, even when we are in the lowest doldrums of sorrow. Many times, I felt too low to even read the Bible--until I halfheartedly read a few verses and was pulled into reading more. There I found peace and encouragement with strength for the trial.
Joyce, you know I love your poetry. Thank you for this.
Love ya!
Jane
Joyce, you know I love your poetry. Thank you for this.
Love,
Connie