this Easter morning...
in their millions,
to believe and wonder
on the savior of the world.
They needed no prompts...
no perks...
no paltry flag waving...
parades of the faithful.
They are everywhere...
they are his...
they are hidden.
The media did not recognize them,
for they did not recognize him.
In the secret hearts of a true believer,
is a child, waiting...
on that impossible thing,
full of love...
unconditional.
Through the ages,
they have waited...
they will wait
for ages to come, if needs be.
These are the candles of the world...
the true lights.
They are part of the light
of he who has so many names...
Jesus,Emanuel, Esu, Hesus, Ichtheus, Nine...
The Carpenter.
He is everywhere...in them,
in their collective love and belief.
He is not far off.
He is here now.
This Easter morning, he is watching...
he is watching the sun rise too,
and he believes in them,
and...he believes in you...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016 Deming, New Mexico
Photo Credit: Unknown, Sunrise
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