Category: Easter

Poem by Charles A. Waugaman

‘GOOD’ AS IN FRIDAY

He fashioned from their cross
a throne.
He made of death a door.
He robed his nakedness
in love,
And needed nothing more.

For though they wrapped his
broken flesh
in linen crisp and white,
He left sin’s costly fabric
soiled
And cloaked himself in light

That shines the centuries
undimmed
to pierce earth’s dark despair,
By spilling scarlet car-
peting
Up Heaven’s radiant stair.

By Charles A. Waugaman
The Word Incarnate
Elin Grace Publishing, 2003
All Rights Reserved

Easter Dinner

The background is red
Her hair has become silver
And her dress is rust.
Her smile these days is pure gold
And her eyes sparkle anew.

This poem was written for my mother.

It was published first in Time of Singing (1993).

Ellen Grace Olinger

Image courtesy of wpclipart.

“perfect peace”

Thou wilt keep him
in perfect peace,
whose mind is stayed on thee:
because he trusteth in thee.


Isaiah 26: 3 (KJV)

Photo by Karl
Along the Sheboygan Interurban Trail
The Town of Holland – Wisconsin
March 30, 2019