All hail the Easter Bunny. There are promises of eggs. Little small gifts enclosed in plastic oval shapes, smelling of new chemicals freshly pressed from large manufacturing companies. My gift to the weather. A small token of spring. Perhaps the swiftness and cool eyed crispness deserves better awakenings than Folgers in your cup and effervescence scalding hot in aging fingers. It's all daisies, ribbons, and freshly starched outfits pressed for the deadline on velvety pews, gotta make it on time in the rush of traffic where runways are composed of yellow dashed lines and patent leather shoes pressed to the metal of gas ignitions. Who needs a Bible? We all have our outfits and hopefully unstained chocolate pressed against our lips honoring the risen from a sealed tomb after three days after the cry of vinegar quenched lips and warm blood dusty from a crown of thorns. Let me celebrate once. Once in my life, go to an edifice filled with familiar tunes and paper ...

I'd rather have Jesus. seems to me that others fall short when he stands tall people run out of words where his silence is comfort and he brings light upon the shadiest of days, I'd rather have Jesus to save my day. Instead of "S" on a chest, I prefer the J surely, if he can walk on water he can fly in and scoop me up when I fail in the worst way And pain is immenent, and baby we all sing the blues But its nothing like seeking the comfort of someone that is always there and truly knows you. I'd rather have Jesus. I'd rather say "thanks but no thanks" to inefficiency, interruptions, indecent and pure lack of logical reason to accept that no one in the pure events that occured recent- have picked up their phones at 2 am wiped my tears at 2:15 and rocked me to sleep at 2:30 with urgency to get to the root of the problem and lay it in their hands so surely, I'd have Jesus than just a regular ol' man. I'd rather have hi...