For Easter weekend, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago.  It was published at Beneath the Rainbow in December of 2017.

The Lilies of Gethsemane

And there they were on Easter morn

at the peep of day.

Their petals unfolding,

as they had days before,

when they stood as a herald

from inside the sacred garden

where the final warnings were prelected.

Ivory costumed messengers of hope,

once again on the ground of the garden,

like they had also appeared 

when they sprung up 

below the Teacher’s crow’s nest.

Ambassadors of hope,

grown to remember

that much will bloom 

in the springtime of our lives, 

to bring renewal to all things,

including those things  

we thought forever lost.