The Easter Poem
By Melanie Jay Narayanasamy
Maundy Thursday and the Last Supper was eaten,
Jesus Blessed His disciples, the food and the wine,
Which were a symbol of His Blood and Body Beaten
Nailed to the Cross to become the Christian sign.
Good Friday and my Lord was accused of crime,
Pontius Pilate acknowledged the crowds’ demands.
He knew that He had to suffer for it was time,
When His Body was tortured, holes through feet and hands.
Sombre Saturday, my Lord has died, Mary mourns.
The battered Body remains on the Holy Cross.
They take Him down, remove the nails and crown of thorns,
Tears of grief echo like a choir through the loss.
Easter Sunday, invites to the tomb where Jesus lies,
But on entrance we see the body gone!
“Oh where is my Lord”, Mary Magdalene cries,
But looking behind her, what a Beautiful Light Shone!
Jesus, a Humble Gardener in disguise,
Takes her hand and she sees the scars of nails in His Palms,
She sees that He has Risen, her conclusion in wise,
And He gently cradles her in His Arms.
She tells the world that Jesus is alive and well,
The crowds sing songs to God, they’re filled with joy, peace, love and praise!
Alleluia! Heaven has conquered and won over hell!
And we wait for Him again, for this is what the Bible says.
© Melanie Jay Narayanasamy 2011
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