Wales' Tales 3/30/15

The glint of sunrise on the hill,

The garden wet with dew,

The woman walking on the path,

How quick the night hours flew!

With tears now running down her cheek,

Her arms their burden bear,

Unsure of how to face the task

That made her travel there.

The darkness hid the rock hewn tomb

Amid the budding trees,

But there the stone was rolled away!

It brought her to her knees.

Who dared to roll that stone away?

Who dared to fool with death!

How could they fail to know the pain

That came with this man’s death!

But looking up into the grave

She saw the rumpled cloth

The napkin which had hid his face,

Her anger rose to froth.

They took his body from the tomb,

An insult to her pain,

What choice was made to make such fun?

What did they hope to gain?

But then a voice so loud and clear

Proclaimed, “He is not dead.

You seek the one who lives again!”

Just as he always said.

Three days in death was not enough

To keep him in the tomb,

He rose to life, defeating death

And lifting human gloom.

His resurrection soon became

The trumpet call of Hope

Reminding those who hear the sound

That all in faith can cope

With trials great and trials small,

Their fears of death release,

With Jesus to provide the way

To God’s unending…

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 03/24/15

How do rabbits, eggs and beans

Tells us what the season means?

All the stuff that seems so good

Is now not really understood.

We hide the eggs, with colors bright,

In hopes of giving some insight

To help explain the Easter tale,

But meaning’s lost beyond the vale

Of knowing what was dearly given,

Why a cross where nails were driven

Into arms outstretched in pain,

What was there for us to gain?

The cost to pay the price for sin

Required sacrifice to win

A battle over death and fear,

Allowing us to dare draw near

To one who did the world create.

Who conquered to remove the hate

That separated us from God.

So willingly the path he trod

That led to darkest Calvary,

To be then nailed upon a tree

By those he came to heal and save,

For them his life he freely gave.

So, finding truth in what we know,

Allows us to regain the flow

Of mercy that will never cease,

As we receive God’s gift of…

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 3/18/15

Oh, if we could just see Jesus

Teaching on the hill,

Or holding children on his knee,

Or tell the waves be still.

If only we could see the Lord

With healing in his touch,

A glimpse of him at work or play

Would really mean so much.

To walk the roads that Jesus did,

To see him face to face,

Would make the task of following

Increase our faithful pace.

We’d go to see the hillside where

He fed the hungry crowd.

We’d have a chance to see him

And to hear the joyful crowd

That welcomed him that Sunday morn

With palm branch in their hand.

Perhaps we’d see the upper room

That Maundy Thursday eve,

To eat the bread and taste the wine

And never want to leave.

But then we’d have to stay awake

As he began to pray

And recognize the danger there

And wonder if we’d stay

To see the soldiers seeking him

And watch that single kiss -

A part of Holy Week’s refrain

A part we’d chose to miss.

Then on to trials much too hard

to see with our own eyes,

To know the fear and trembling

The source of Peter’s lies.

And then the cross upon that hill

Where Death believed it won,

To conquer him, the source of life,

To stop God’s only son.

Yes, we would like to see this man

And yet our wish might cease

When we would face the cost of sin

God’s gift, the Prince of …

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex

Wales' Tales 3/4/15

A bird sat on my window sill

To greet me just this morning.

A sound of spring, so bright and clear

Without a hint of warning

That maybe snow might come again

That winter was not over.

Its song suggested change was near,

That fields might turn to clover.

And near the fence some croci tips

Were poking from the ground

Adding to the joyous trill

That filled my ears with sound.

Amazing how the world just knows

That time for change is here,

That snow will cease and sun will shine,

We need not fret nor fear.

And high above a flock of geese

Were heading to the north,

They too knew the change at hand

Would let them sally forth

To build their nests and lay their eggs

As goslings will appear,

Beginning once again the flow

Of life that marks each year.

 For somehow in God’s well-planned world

The creatures sense the flow

Of how the seasons come and change,

How spring will melt the snow.

How fields will turn to summer green

And trees in verdant dress

Will slowly change to colored garb

As autumn starts to press.

And once again as harvest ends,

And weather starts to cool,

How dare they say there is no God,

How easy those to fool.

But now the spring is close at hand

And winter will release,

It’s time to hear all nature sing

The words of joy and …

                                    Peace,

                                                Alex