Jelly Beans

All the color.

All the flavor.

I started hiding them,

like my mother did every Easter.

On dusty ledges

high and low.

In tin cups.

Soap dish.

Picture frames.

Some of these little

smooth pebbles

lay in places to be

found during the next

major cleaning.

What would Jesus do

With these tiny gems?

Maybe He would hold

them in his palm and roll

them around and smile.

He might see all the color,

taste all the flavor.

He would think of you.

That yellow one is the sunshine

that rolls around your face.

That green one would be the

curving curiosity of your heart.

That white one would be

the stone you brought home

from Lake Michigan and put

under your pillow.

That marbled pink and red

one that imbued your

sensitivity and passion.

The blue sky that you

look up to every chance you

get lays rolling from rim to rim.

Each one passing over His

life line, moving, rolling

like a stone away from a tomb.

His lips purse, then relax 

a gentle smile.

GAB  Easter 2010