Easter Egg Hunt
Growing up in a
country neighborhood,
surrounded by relatives
and close friends,
we had an
Easter Egg Hunt every Easter.
Often we were
dressed in our Sunday best.
The parents and
“big kids” hid the eggs.
We scurried all
over the large yard
which held many
excellent hiding places.
Eggs in branches
where we had to stretch.
Eggs under pines
where we had to crawl.
Eggs in tractor
tires used for flower beds.
Eggs under the
edges of the old water pump.
Eggs in the hay
barn and tool shed.
Eggs under the picnic
table or wooden chairs.
Eggs everywhere
we looked, but often found
neglected ones days
later that we had missed.
Life with the Lord
is an Easter Egg hunt.
Our loving
Heavenly Father often hides blessings.
Blessings we
stretch for, blessing amidst the prickly branches.
Blessings in the
tractor tires and tool shed of work
Blessings in beauty,
blessings to give to others,
Blessing in
shared meals and conversation.
Blessings everywhere,
but some we overlook.
So we put on our
Sunday best and eagerly search.
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