An Easter flower cuts light into the sill <br />The sound of suffering is forever still. <br />Tears of forgiveness warm the evening chill. <br /> <br />I hear His whisper in a rustling leaf, <br />'I would have been so lonely in my grief, <br />Without your fragile friendship, my good thief. <br /> <br />You did not scorn the pity of My frame, <br />But saw the Jesus in Me just the same, <br />I call you Friend, you need no other name. <br /> <br />My Father's house is just a breath away. <br />See. one by one the windows light our way. <br />I think He was expecting us today.' <br /> <br />Beyond the drama of earth's dying skies, <br />Joy is too powerful for human eyes. <br />Forever is today in Paradise. <br /> <br />For my dear friend, Ralph Russell who often requested this poem to be read at Easter.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forever-is-today/
