Eggs make ducks
And ducks make eggs
So ducklings can quack quack!
The chicks go peep
Emerged from sleep,
Resurfacing out back.
Easy in the catacombs
A soul might find the Son
Shining on the patient bones
That wait upon the One,
Each a tale long untold
Regarding faith long gone.
Even though Christ gave His life,
An ugliness still stalks the Earth
So we must cherish His rebirth
Through beauty BETWEEN man and wife.
Each soul must replicate the dove
Redemption feels LIKE our love.
Even in the best of times,
A question may be asked
Suppose a person needed love
To give him strength to breathe and move,
Exactly what exists?
Respond The love is mine.
Easter is a time of love,
A time of death and pain undone,
So we may know the power of
The love that lives in everyone.
Each love we feel, unstained and free,
Redeems us--as with you and me.