Sunrise Service (Poem)

Each Easter, regardless of with which family my husband and I celebrate, a tradition is to drive out to the remote corner of southeastern Connecticut and help my mother-in-law's Congregational Church with the breakfast following Sunrise Service on Easter morning. It's a tradition I've grown to enjoy, far more than watching nieces and nephews with their egg hunts when they were young. Two years ago, I wrote a poem sharing some of my experience with this. As I'll be there once again this Sunday, it's time to reshare...

Sunrise Service

Awake before the hours

of pre-dawn light

I don my work clothes

with much delight

Before the eastern horizon

is touched by the sun

Driven to a New England church

my in-laws and I have done

Before small children have started

their annual egg hunt

Cartons of eggs, ham and equipment

were hauled by this runt

Let's not forget one important part

We also started up the coffee pot

Eggs were scrambled

ham was baked

Kitchen crew was busy

make no mistake

From set-up to break-down

and all all in between

We were an efficient crew

left every thing clean

But when it came time

and there was no praise

Some felt we deserve...

The true message

of that day reminds us... 

We are all called to Serve

- ESA