By: John E. WordSlinger
This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,
sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.
You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;
So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.
There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?
Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?
I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.
All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.
The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.
I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.
There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.
I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.
He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit
He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot
And when I went to bed that warm spring night
Mother told me why the egg was the color white
I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter
I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper
She said, it was my father’s idea, I’m his dear child
He said, it’s the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.
John E. WordSlinger
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Daily Quote: Miracles occur naturally as expressions of love.
The real miracle is the love that inspires them.
In this sense everything that comes from love is a miracle.
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