Easter 2025 Garden Whispers

Garden Whispers Strengthen Me

 

In silent groves where olive branches bend,
The garden holds His sorrow’s breath and stays,
Soft echoes linger through the hollow ways,
Where heaven’s gift and earth’s great loss transcend.
 
Beyond the third day’s light, His grace extends,
The stone rolled back, a dawn that floods our gaze.
Yet whispers from that night, in reverent haze,
Still call us gently where the journey bends.
 
Though victory’s voice proclaimed that death is done,
The garden’s hush reminds what love must bear,
A Savior’s gift, eternal and aware,
That all He gave still speaks through everyone.
 
So let His whisper lead where hearts obey,
And walk in light beyond the third day.

"I Walk the Garden Path"

 

Walk this garden path with much care.
Where olive branches bow and sway.
A heavy silence fills the air.
A sacred hush not felt at day.
 
I see Him kneel upon the stone,
His face bowed low in agony.
The weight He bears is not His own.
It is for all. It is for me.
 
Sorrow felt throughout this whole space.
A press of pain I cannot see.
Yet somehow, in this quiet place,
His love and burden reach for me.
 
I leave the garden changed within,
For it's here He did choose to stay.
With Him I've all chances to win.
I choose to walk a higher way.

 A Shadow Unseen

A shadow lurks within our virtual space,
A specter mute with camera turned away,
Elusive in each chat, a blank display,
The “Do Not Disturb” mask on its face.

Our team, adrift, with whispers of his name,
We seek his sign, a hint of life or spark,
Yet pings and prompts dissolve into the dark,
This ghostly act, a most uncanny game.

But lo! The key to break this spectral spell:
A camera on, a message swift and kind,
A status green, with openness aligned,
And teamwork’s warmth to banish every chill.

So let us haunt no more with silent screen,
But show our face and keep our spirit seen.

The Light She Left

The Light She Left

Though time may steal the laughter from the air,

And silence lingers where her voice once shone,

The love she gave remains, though she is gone,

A light that grief can darken but not tear.

Her touch still dwells in moments bright and small,

In echoes soft where memories reside,

No tide can pull her presence from the tide,

Nor break the bond that time cannot forestall.

Though sorrow weighs, love whispers through the pain,

Not lost, but changed, she walks in threads of light.

A guiding glow that keeps her near in sight.

A warmth endures beyond death’s fleeting reign.

Her love remains, though parted for a while,

 It lingers still in every tear and smile.

Illumination's Path

From scriptures deep arise the truths of old,
A whispered prompting, first soft "being" heard,
Yet by dark doubt, the seeking heart is stirred,
As serpent’s logic makes the spirit cold.

Through winding trials, like Hana’s rugged way,
A heart weighed down, yet seeking light anew,
Till scripture spoke, its truth both clear and true,
And darkness broke in dawn’s redeeming ray.

When fear surrounds, take up the Savior’s might,
Like Mario’s Star, His power makes us bold,
Through trials fierce, His love remains our light,
A shield of faith more precious far than gold.

So let us seek the light, in every thought,
And build on Christ, the strength so dearly bought.

Memories Rekindled

Though years and miles have slowly passed us by,

Echoes of laughter filled the quiet room,

Reviving joy where silence once found room,

Today we met beneath the same blue sky.

A snapshot froze our joy within its frame,

This photo gleams with moments we reflect,

Yet Justin’s reflex surely takes effect,

A timeless gift that shows we're still the same.

A day of warmth and bonds once more renewed,

We've found our friendship stands both firm and true,

Though something smelly lingered on my shoe,

Don't forget our laughter won't be subdued.

Some things are new, yet some will still remain,

The bonds of friendship ever shall sustain.