On Easter Day
The streets were dark on Saturday night,
The air was cold with a frigid fright,
A somber good Friday had left all in a gloom,
The murky skies could only spell doom.
As the townsfolk came all decked and ready,
The faith was kept thought the wind was not steady.
Old man Anderson puffing, cursed Easter,” A farce!”
The young padre dressed in white preparing for mass.
In Kolbad, little Nigel’s mama struggled to put on his tie
On Calvary, a man nailed to the cross ,he would die.
The altar was set and the choir had sung.
The parish joined in and the mass had begun.
But the skies thundered and the crowd shuddered with fear.
Old man Anderson fell asleep on rich sarcasm and stale beer.
As his pipe lit silk curtains all hope went up in orange flame,
Then the dreaded rain came down and whipped the fire tame.
The preacher preached and people,they knew the fullness of a new way.
On the 3rd day he shall rise and he is alive on Easter day.
Yolande D’Mello
