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So now that Easter's over

And the year stretches out before us

What have we to hope for,

Given that we tend

To veer between the dull

And gross absurdity?

Can we look towards

A deeper sense of understanding

More sensitive insight

Or perhaps of feelings less intense,

Accepting that we are not always right?

Unfortunately, I suspect

There's no likelihood of change

And twelve months on

Each problem that we have today

Will grow a new face,

While no one of them has gone;

And resurrection's joy, for which we sought,

Lie broken with the chocolate eggs we bought.

Brian Hick May 2013

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My birthday's eve, bright sunlight and clear skies,

A morning shopping for the plastic cups,

Bowls and crisps and nuts.  No need for pies

On days like this as  spring time gently ups

The anti towards next weeks Jack-in-the-Green,

And the release of summer, though he must die

That crops might rise, birds mate and the lean

Winter months be just a memory.

How different from that day of endless grief

When you walked out to face a vile death,

Spat upon, derided, in belief

That what you did had meaning, and the Breath

Of Life, which freely fills my soul today,

Died in you, so I won't have to pay.

Brian Hick 29.4.13

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                          Easter 2013

A Song of Love Unknown? Oh, not for me;

My life is filled with all that Love can give.

Love unexpected, Love without a fee,

Love that spends itself so I may live,

Love when anger overcomes my soul,

Love to raise my hopes out of the mire,

Love to cherish, Love to play the fool

Love to seer my spirit with desire,

Love regardless of the final cost,

Love of parent, husband, child and friend,

Love provoked to search for what seems lost,

Love lavished on me without end.

            In everything Your Love has always shone

            Far brighter than the glory of the Sun.

Brian Hick 2013

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Friday

Jesus was dead - the soldiers made that certain.

They wouldn't let a criminal survive

Particularly a nasty trouble maker

Who claimed to be a King whilst still alive.

And so they broke the legs of the survivors

To finish them off before the sunset's glow

Then handed all three bodies on for burial

To anybody willing to do so.

But then all hell broke loose after the Sabbath.

The tomb was empty everybody said

Even the priests who'd set a guard upon it

And wanted him kept well and truly dead.

Rational thought can bring a thousand reasons

And Science knows the way things ought to be

But neither law nor logic seem convincing

For what went on at Easter Thirty-Three.

Brian Hick April 2012

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We sat under two

Golf umbrellas on the beach;

Such fierce Easter sun.

Brian Hick Easter 2011 was 25th April

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