The following poem was a personal reflection of both life's realities and faiths hope, particularly the power of Jesus Ressurection in us to give us a freshness and newness and freedom from our past. I'm really feeling a theme of 'freshness' for this season from easter and ahead... Ressurection Morning Seasons come and seasons go Its hard to keep up With the ebb and flow We try to prepare and take care But I struggle, you know Past seasons holding on Can't seem to shake free Things from the past holding me Telling me I'm not free Feel the freshness of the morning A new day dawning Crisp air Birds singing New beginnings Hope is beckoning to me He makes all things new Ressurection morning Bringing me hope Power Strong and undefeatable He makes me Naomi Richardson The following I wrote for children to make a connection with the sweetness of Jesus love and the sweetness of chocolate easter eggs. Oh so sweet Here's a chocolate, oh so sw