Easter, Passover and Spring

Easter eggs


Passover, a Jewish holiday, celebrates spring, birth and rebirth. It also observes a journey from slavery to freedom. On Easter Sunday, Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.

Spring flowers are used in observance of Passover and Easter.





The Night Before the Christmas Party!

Jacob Marley


‘Twas the night before the office party, when all through the office
Not an employee was stirring, not even a rat;
The holiday displays were hung all over the office with care,
In hopes that your design take first;

The employees were huddled in their space,
While visions took place;
And the big chief in their suit and the rest well whatever.

When out of the blue came a clatter,
We all jumped from our desk to see what was the matter.
Away to the center, we ran,
To see it was the pizza man.

It was lunch!
What to our wondering eyes should appear,
A number of tomato pies.

With a little old driver, in the rear so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be anchovies and garlic; Oh dear!

The Grinch


And many other toppings besides;

And then, in a twinkling, I heard now wait a minute there is plenty to go around.
As I was turning around,
Down the hall another pizza man came oh boy more!

He was dressed in his uniform,
And his clothes had tomato stains;
From a bundle of cartons he had carried.

His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were rosy red, from the blustery temperature!
So he fled; I guess that is how the tomato stains got on his shirt.
He was clean-shaven With a broad face and a bit of a pot belly;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the tables; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, out the door he went;

He beeped his horn;
And away he flew out of sight,



Veterans Day Salute


For those who lost their lives in battle. Their photo still rests upon the mantel. They gave their lives, to fight for freedom. They gave their lives, with spirit and wisdom. Army boots and bags.Navy Seals and rags. Air Force wings and badges.Marine Corps boots and buttons.Helmets of steal which truly toughen.Toughen the fighting men who wish to be free.Remembering the lives we lost for freedom.Remembering the days we had to dig in.While fighting the wars on land and sea.Defending our flag, for the right to be free.A twenty one gun salute, for all our brave men.Who battled at war, until the very end..

Veteran’s Day Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards

God Bless America

From Laurence Binyon’s poem For the Fallen, written in September 1914


With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

LABOR DAY by Emily Dickenson

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Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry

Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.

His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.

His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!

Mother’s Day Prayer by Mary Fairchild

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My Mom, I love her
And that’s why I pray
Not just today on this Mother’s Day

But with each remembrance
Of the love she’s expressed
My thankfulness to the Lord I’ve professed

For my life began
In a warm and safe place
Then grew more secure in Mom’s tender embrace

When I was little
She taught me to crawl
Then to walk and run, and get up when I fall

Nurtured and cared for
She raised me to stand
Lifted, supported, by her loving hand

She believed in me
Inspired me to dream
Nothing was impossible for me, it seemed

It was her example
That pointed the way
To the life in Christ I know today

My mom, I love her
On this Mother’s Day
She’s the reason I’m taking this moment to pray

My mom, I love her
Let her know, dear Lord
Please bless her with the most abundant reward

–Mary Fairchild

December 2017
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