Chrztalia Belladio Stelamo

The Risen Christ

 

This is my Eastertime and I would make it holy,

As the week begins with palms and ends with lilies.

In the living Christ, we would make It holy thus

celebrating the end of sin and death.

 

Your crucifixion my Jesus was an extreme example;

to prove there is no death and that we are free

demonstrated through Your holy resurrection.    

 

This Easter is but the celebration of Your release my Jesus;

And the release of our brothers with You,

as we truly honour this holy week, an ancient moment shared;

and we bathe in Gods forgiveness,

through  our living breath and holy resurrection.  

 

Let us not place on You the image of  a crown of thorns dear Jesus,

nor a blood stained wooden cross to take away the light of the risen Christ ~

for in His release lies our own.  

 

And through the celebration of my Saviours holy resurrection,

we welcome the gift of lilies, not thorns, to spring our minds

unto a journey undertaken together upon this holy time;

A week that starts with palms and ends with lilies ~

free of darkness and blazing in white light,

thus understanding the message of the crucifixion being a useless sacrifice.

My Jesus was crucified ! 

But  the resurrection was Your final recognition of Eternal life.

 

My Jesus; My older Brother;

We wish not to see our Saviour bruised and broken in a crown of thorns,  

but rather honour the perfect purity, help and perfection of divine faith offered us.  

Our Jesus  has taken the last useless journey for all of us out of hell,

and in gratitude  we all walk a path in Christ to Heaven.  

 

The risen Christ is the symbol of our Fathers forgiveness,

and Easter is the celebration for the end of sin,

to make way for our eternal holiness,

and choices premised on God's infinite love and Truth.  

 

Soft white lilies are offered as the sign of the sacred purity we share,

as this holy week is for our Self, thus joining us in  joy, not mourning.  

Our redemption lies in Your release my Jesus,

and within it are we released with You.  

The fear of God has vanished as victory replaces all doubt and pain.  

 

Behold the face of your Saviour, and throw away the crown of thorns,

and replace it with a crown of Gold relinquishing all thoughts of pain, death and sin,

as our Jesus died for all of us through offering forgiveness from God,

 

But in the terrifying judgment made from evil

that murdered our Lord Jesus Christ ~ He later proved eternal life,

through His holy resurrection, releasing Him into the Fatherhood

He is the Saviour and Teacher for the brotherhood of man.

We thank Him from our heart........   

We follow His huge golden Heart back to God......

In Eternity, together,  back to our Creator - together as One.......

 

Dear God,                                                                                 

Be at peace and light our hearts

with the innocence of the risen Christ dear Father.

Look upon Him truly and in the quiet certainty,

that with Him we are released unto redemption,

and unto the "life" of our living God ~

and in Him made free the Holy Son of God............

                                                                                  Amen

 "I can not stain the alter with an image of a dead Saviour.  On the Alter shall stand the risen Christ Jesus ~ wise and free and here again to Guide us home to God" ~ JMR

 

Written and thought of by Janene Maree Richardson.  1st Printing 2015; 2nd Printing 2022 c. - 17 March 2022

The Sacred Shrine

 

On a day in the week of May I looked around the corner,

Shining free and saved believe! I saw the wise Kings daughter,

Through the white lighted entranced gate,

She looked at me and watched with grace ~

Soft brown silk covered and veiled her face,

"Thoughts for me" ~ I could not wait!

 

She held her eyes that locked into mine,

And told me about a Sacred Shrine,

I listened intently as she spake the lines,

Not concerned at all with things like time ~:

            "Two miles to the east and three to the west,

            Gently does it rider and

            Take the road that is not there,

            There's nothing cryptic in your  quest,

            So ride your horse through the mountain air,

            For Truths proof lay in the Sacred Shrine and Its

                                            waiting for you there".

 

I saddled up my horse and she wore

Diamonds flashing through eyes demure,

I found out on this secret day that love and healing was the cure,

I rode to the east and west the hills,

And stopped of for a simple prayer,

Then looked around the mountain,

Finding messages in the fresh clean air..........

 

Surrounded by Gods Angels and never alone,

I look ahead and saw a dome,

In-scripted with instructions to now go south,

Flowers and Angels protecting walkways to the sacred caves mouth,

And in front of me lay the Sacred golden Shrine,

Dedicated to all who walk the fine line!

Truths Law engraved into the stone inside and

Not just Kings and Knights but

Sons and daughters were honoured this time.

 

Simple people obeying the natural order,

Knew the secret of the wise Kings daughter,

We have this choice in these holy and hostile times,

Risks and consequences we will handle them fine!

Peace and joy grew on the wise Kings vine so

Delicate and free the wise Kings daughter and me,

And the bell birds sing to all of us for free.........!

 

The proof of truth lay the Alter bare,

The wise King gave us his Kingdom to share!

The Sacred Shrines messages sounded for the Kingdom to hear,

With a holiday beside it, all the time in every year!

And the people rise to the challenge of peace,

No darkness in the Kingdom ~ only light we thus bring,

"Flowers that dance in the heart" said the King,

And his daughter declared, "We all have absolutely Everything!"

And on that note the town doth sing and

Every moment  was the season of Spring.............

 

Written and Thought of by Janene Maree Richardson 12 March 2022 c