"Easter Island," they called the place --
Discovered on Easter Sunday.
Who (and why?) made the monolith heads
All pointed the very same way?
There's one partly quarried -- how did they move them?
Set in place by mere human hand?
Or maybe by using mind over matter --
Exerting munificent power so grand.
There is much more to life on this ancient planet --
More than we humans will ever know.
A heavenly spark bridges the gap --
Sistine chapels by Michelangelo.
The spirit of Easter is simply rebirth --
Sap rising in greenery that seemed to be dead.
May it ever be thus -- life is not vanquished.
Each day sees a new sun over our head.
To believe or not is a personal question.
A rose by another name smells as sweet.
We must live each day as it comes anew --
Thank God for solidity under our feet.
by D. Edgar Murray 04/16/2001.
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