Sitting under an apple  tree
This evening seeming quiet different

Unusual,but cool... Weird
But amazing...
The breeze calms my nerves
As I sit
On my fathers armchair...

Passerby murmurs..
Kids beam with excitment
Running helter skelter
In and out of the yard
Across the street,
This sights I can hold on to

"When is the sherperd coming to town?"
"Let's await Him at the golden temple"...
"With olive palms on his sheep to rode"

A little girl with no blouse on
But just her pant dangling on her thigh..  mutter out loud the scripted above..
Only then,did it dawn on me
Why the night seems different
Its Easter Eve.
2014