purple portal

ok,

so easter aye?

well this write is inspired

by another writer on same subject

. . . i see with child eyes

purple,

the ubiquitous,

custom of thin plastic,

spaghetti tufts,

stuffed into thin wooden baskets,

painted rustic,

stripped with red,

bluish purple,

pastel hues

i see sunlight translucent

through

those purple

yes,

sunlit violet purple

piercing softly through my pupils,

to retina brain,

transcending,

into my soulish, spirit brain

those thin,

simple plastic spaghetti,

of purple tufts,

that carry me even today,

into and through,

a magical portal,

moving my spirit

into a burst of gentle,

spontaneously subtle,

inner joy,

here was

and is though brief

a place of peace,

soft and secure . . .

like a deja vu moment

a place of green,

fresh clean living grass

cool to the bottoms of bare feet

in fields of,

royal violet,

blue blended,

swirling purple hues,

spinning moments of child wonder

nostalgic seas of memories,

quiet laughter,

in search of colored,

dyed,

boiled eggs,

borne by yesterday

today,

six decades later

of muddied, muddled

life and living

blended with tints

of clarity expectation

and wonder,

dimly lit by the swiftness

of the pain passed

into this moment

of translucent easter's purple,

i see,

by eyes of faith

the eggs,

signifying the new life,

rebirth reborn,

resurrection

of Jesus king of glory

dressed in Royal robes,

Lord and Savior

of mankind