Luke Easter Poems

A married woman teaching in a Catholic School,
Apparently has broken some sort of golden rule,
Fired for Turing to IFV to conceive a second child,
And yet not a peep when Father Murphy ran wild?
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Just one piano player that’s how it begins,
A young teen drummer we call D.J.,
Nothing fancy about the area we reside in,
But oh how our choir can sing and play.
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There’s a lot of talk concerning spirit and truth,
Like a foreign language it’s easier learned from youth,
Without these two words commanding your heart,
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the gospel and lies apart.
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Almost everyone makes a promise,
Every time a new year rolls around,
And so as not to forget what it is,
Some even bother to write it down.
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Advertisements in the world are many,
Billions spent making us think plenty,
How did we ever survive before?
This product came knocking at our door.
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As parents remember that you are the only original guide,
Mom and dad set the mold or pattern for children’s lives,
Proverbs 22: 6, “train up a child in the way he should go, ”
Early instruction signifies what direction the wind will blow.
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Hurricanes Katrina and Rita cut a disastrous path,
They’re minor in comparison to the scale of God's Wrath,
It’s been over two thousand years since the virgin birth,
Thirty-three more years, as the divine blood of Jesus covered the earth.
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Melodious is the soulful voice of our choir Brother Darly Wright,
Bringing a Kool-Aid smile to Deanna who is 6 and all little tikes,
At that age one would think a few more years she’d have to wait,
Yeah, however, not the way Mr. Ronn Flood operates on the 88’s.
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The road seems impassible and surely hope is gone,
Everyone else is finished; it’s a struggle to be strong,
Why does it have to be this difficult you might say?
Well, allow me to introduce my friend, Hupomone.
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My oh my, is it already that time?
Books, pencils, erasers, the lunch line,
Teachers, students, Cleveland Schools,
Let us not forget, “The Golden Rule.”
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