3rd April 2025 • The HERALD • Page 77 v INDEPENDENT, LOCAL AND PROUD v Poets Corner What is Easter? by Dorothy Lockyer© A time to indulge, have lots of fun inking of all the goodies to come Chocolate eggs lled with smarties perhaps And to help them down a glass of schnapps. Simnel cakes; parades of Easter bonnets Hot cross buns; and words from Easter sonnets Bunny rabbits prancing and bounding around Flu y little Easter chicks pecking the ground Exciting Easter egg hunts without a doubt. But, is this really what Easter is about? e Easter story. Is it trimmings or truth? Is it fact or ction or maybe a spoof? Why celebrate Easter? Will the meaning unfold? It is the greatest love story ever to be told! It is not about bunnies and ne cuisine But a heart wrenching, most abhorrent scene. Today there are sonnets and voices raised high Where once the crowds gathered to shout Crucify! Today bows and bonnets are made to adorn But then, was a crown moulded of sharp thorn. Parades and pageants ll the streets today en, the path of cruci xion was the way. Baskets to delight, owers blooming and fresh en, a crude casket of nails, for human esh. God so loved the world, his Son Jesus was born As the angels declared on that Christmas morn He grew into a man. Spent his life doing good Was betrayed, abused, died on a cross made of wood. As He surrendered his life, taking all of our shame, e sacri cial lamb, dies in abject pain. e story of Easter doesn’t end here though It’s good to celebrate, for now we know God’s son has completed his task on earth Leaving us the choice to receive new birth. THE PRICE WAS PAID by David K Wilson© Born to young Mary A child so free Jesus died for us all Aged just thirty three Mankind never listened Nor showed any care And with little compassion He died for us there As we look back on history We’re filled with the shame We took Jesus’s life Let him shoulder our blame He accepted our sin All alone on that day Most didn’t care And just walked away This man named Jesus Born under a star The son of the Lord He came from afar He lived his short life So pure and so true Some listened well And his followers grew After his death He rose up once more God’s only son At that heavenly door And he’ll still walk with us If we’ll walk with him He’s the still small voice That knocks to come in He died on Good Friday Long long ago The pain that he suffered Well, only he knows But he rose up once more On Easter Sunday When the sins of man Were each swept away He walked once again On Easter day He spoke to many As he still does today And he’ll walk beside you If you’ll walk beside him And he’ll always be with you If you’ll just let him in! Easter Gift by David K Wilson© Enjoy the eggs and chocolate Given to you today Easter is a time of joy It’s the Easter holiday If we’re lucky we’ll have sunshine Or perhaps we’ll fly away Easter just like Christmas Is for each in their own way Do spare one small moment As you tuck into that egg Remember why it’s Easter And the words that Jesus said He said “Father please forgive them they know not what they do” Remember it was Easter When the curtain tore in two We cannot alter history Or make a moment last But we each can try to change the future Although the task it may seem vast Jesus died to save us And he’s with us when we pray He is the path to future change We could begin this Easter day Easter is a time of joy A very special day Remember how Christ’s gift was given It still awaits you every day THOUGHTS ON CREATION by David K Wilson© Daytime or nighttime Any time’s fine For thoughts on creation To drift through the mind Like where did we come from? Or where do we go? Is this life a promise? How can we ever know? We’re born we grow up We grow old and we die We inhabit one second Of that clock in the sky No promise’s given No deal ever made We’re here for a moment Then we leave the parade It’s the way it was always And it always will be We wither and fade Like the leaves on a tree We’ll keep our appointment The day date and hour It can never be cancelled It’s from the source of all power Down through the ages Little has changed Our opinions may alter Perhaps clothes rearranged We fight and we squabble Creating our wars Thus an earlier time slot And the closing of doors We have spring we have summer We have winter and fall The elixir of life Four seasons four calls Each year is a journey As the seasons they change These steady transitions Can’t be rearranged So where did we come from? And where do we go? Thoughts on creation Will we ever know? Supermarket Shopping (with Attitude) by Mike Bennett© My wife has been working nonstop So she’s asked me to go down the shop It’s not really my scene And it’s years since I’ve been Must admit I’ve been caught on the hop To ensure that there’s nothing I’ve missed She’s presented me with a long list ough my spirits just sank Brownie points I could bank So my arm, there was no need to twist So I’d better get gone or she’ll nag Just as soon as I’ve nished my fag Some advice she has shared She said “Go well prepared And don’t spend 10p on a bag” I’m in luck as I’ve found the last trolley But to take it has proved sheer folly e wheels jam and then ‘clunk’ It’s a right piece of junk I get looks that say “you are a wally” Closely vetting the list will reveal at there isn’t too much man appeal It’s all healthy and bland All quite fresh, nothing canned So there’s little I’d want for a meal As I look down the list for my ale Must be there, common sense must prevail ere’s no mention at all Never mind, it’s my call I’ll just tell her I bought some ‘on sale’ I move on, the bread loaves are in sight With my conscience I might have to ght She wants brown bread or seeded But her note goes unheeded I’ll just tell her they only had white And the next thing she wants is fresh sh To be frank not my favourite dish ough it’s not what she said I’ll buy curry instead As I’m shopping, I’ll buy what I wish Now I’m done, trolley’s lled to the brim Some per list but most bought on a whim Like the biscuits and chips ose tortillas and dips Yes it’s true I’ve gone out on a limb Since last shopping it’s gone all hi-tech So I’m oored and I think for a sec’ I’ve no cash and no card is makes payment quite hard Cos they’ve told me they won’t take a cheque So the goods I will just have to leave I can’t pay and I’ve no wish to thieve So I’ve wasted my time In itself that’s a crime I’ll tell wifey – she’ll never believe But the funny side wifey can’t see And I freeze, she looks daggers at me ought she might blow a fuse Or my life I might lose When I asked her “Love, what is for tea?” The copyright of all poems that are published in The Herald belong to the author and must NOT be reproduced without their permission
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