What does Easter mean to you? Stately church with cushioned pew, Where, Lenten season gone at last And days of self-denial past, Richly-clad, devoted throngs Of worshipers unite in songs Of praise in lily-scented air? Is this what makes your Easter fair?
Does it mean the end of winter’s reign, Bright skies and welcome warmth again, Singing of birds, budding of trees, Sweet spring odors on the breeze From daffodil and crocus bed And balsam branches overhead? Sad is the world and cold and gray If this is all of Easter Day.
But if this blessed season brings, A firmer faith in holy things; Assurance of a living Lord; A strengthening of the tender cord Of love that binds us to the life to come Where loved ones ‘wait us in the heavenly home, No pain or loss can e’er afface the bliss, Dear friend of Easter, when it means all this.
Untitled poem with no author credit, hand-typed on the back of an old bulletin from Pleasant View Mennonite Church, (Pastor Lester Mann, my uncle, Aunt Elsie’s husband); no date.