In the quiet dawn of Easter’s morn,
A blessing comes, softly born.
In the whispers of the waking day,
I feel its touch in a gentle way.
It’s a promise woven in petals bright,
A symphony of colors in morning light.
Through the tender buds and blossoms fair,
I sense your presence, ever there.
In every chirp of the waking bird,
In every leaf with dewdrops stirred,
Your grace surrounds me, pure and true,
In every moment, I find you.
You’re in the laughter of children’s play,
In the dance of flowers along the way.
Your love, a beacon, steady and strong,
Guiding me where I belong.
With each breath drawn on this sacred day,
I’m reminded of your boundless way.
My Easter blessing, known and true,
Is the gift of knowing you.
© 2024 Wayne Orr