Bunny Ears


I wear the bunny ears
Drag my fingers
Through the palm leaves
To find the hidden eggs.

Let  the forty days
Of giving up chocolate end
With the breaking of chocolate eggs.

But really Easter is

Joy – Palm flowers love praise
Sadness – pain betrayed death
Absence – death hell submit
Joy – risen saviour love open Heaven.

Time to let my bunny ears
To the sound of tearing curtain
When my Saviour died.
Let it hear the trumpet sound
as he ascends into heaven.


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