SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT
Curtains gently drawn,
Soft light warms a quiet room—
Kettle hums awake.
Hands gather, bread is broken,
Love lives in the smallest things.
AROUND THE TABLE
Laughter fills the air,
Plates passed from hand to warm hand—
Stories retold.
In each shared and simple glance,
Grace is quietly reborn.
SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES
Painted eggs held tight,
Wonder dances in their eyes—
Spring sings through their steps.
In their laughter, pure and free,
Life begins again, anew.
GARDEN OF NEW DAYS
Tiny feet explore,
Petals fall like whispered joy—
Sunlight crowns the day.
Every question that they ask
Turns the world to something new.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
SUNDAY MORNING LIGHT
Curtains gently drawn,
Soft light warms a quiet room—
Kettle hums awake.
Hands gather, bread is broken,
Love lives in the smallest things.
AROUND THE TABLE
Laughter fills the air,
Plates passed from hand to warm hand—
Stories retold.
In each shared and simple glance,
Grace is quietly reborn.
SMALL HANDS, BRIGHT EYES
Painted eggs held tight,
Wonder dances in their eyes—
Spring sings through their steps.
In their laughter, pure and free,
Life begins again, anew.
GARDEN OF NEW DAYS
Tiny feet explore,
Petals fall like whispered joy—
Sunlight crowns the day.
Every question that they ask
Turns the world to something new.
By Paul Baldry (LongJohn)
A collection of Easter poems reflecting light and shadow, faith and doubt, and the fragile line between suffering and renewal. From the cross to the family table, from children’s laughter to unseen hardship, these pieces explore hope, love, and the quiet question—are we shaped by fate, or chance?
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