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Tears Tell the Tale

A poem from my book Fears and Tears

Tears tell the tale of sorrows' time
that took the joy from yesterday.
I weep for loved ones gone in death.
It has swept them far away.

But God is near, he holds my hand.
His comfort and His praise descend.
One day there will be no more tears,
All earth and heaven He will mend.



Palm Sunday, the 20th, was the time when Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey. Imagine, a king riding on a donkey! The people thought he came to set up an earthly kingdom and they greeted him with the cry “Hosanna,” looking forward to their freedom from the Roman rulers. But Jesus’ kingdom at this time was one of the heart. He came to die. But it didn’t end at the grave. His Father raised him up to life on Easter and one day soon he will return to take his rightful place as ruler of all. Until that day, we worship him as Creator and God, waiting for his glorious day when he will rule as a physical king!

“Hosanna! Hosanna!
Our King comes.
Spread your cloaks!
Lift your branches!
Praise the King.

“Hosanna! Hosanna!
Our King comes
In the name of the Lord!
The Son of David!
Praise the King!

“Hosanna! Hosanna!
Our King comes
To deliver, to save!
Lift your voices!
Praise the King!”

They celebrate.
They thought they knew peace,
But it is hidden from their eyes.

They celebrate
They do not know
My kingdom is not of this world

They celebrate
But they do not know
I came to die.”


To my followers, I apologize for being so absent. My schedule got very hectic and kept me from doing a lot of things! It is good to be back.

Easter is soon here. What a glorious holiday. Here is a poem to honor Resurrection Sunday!


It seems like just an Easter thing
when Jesus Christ defeated death.
But it’s for every day beyond;
it calls us to believe.
He died but death could not contain
the one that lay in garden tomb;
he broke the bonds that held him there
and many saw him in that time
before he went to glory.
And so he is alive today
to share his life with all of those
who will confess, believe in him.
He is a Savior who left death’s hold.
that we might also defeat death.

Darlene Estlow©2015



The new challenge for Day Six from Writing 101: A Character-Building Experience
Today’s prompt: Who’s the most interesting person (or new people) you’ve met this year?
Today’s twist: Turn your post into a character study.

I only knew Mary Ann’s name until she became a widow late last year. She and her husband had no children and the only family she had were those in our church. Having been through the loss of my husband several years ago, I knew her special loneliness because although I had family and children, they were far away. My support came from those in my church. I made an effort to befriend her. What a pleasure she has been.

Mary Ann is short, only about five feet tall. Her soft white hair frames her round face and her eyes twinkle with her ready smile, always making me feel special. She laughs easily. Even in her grief, she exudes a deep seated joy that she says comes from Jesus. She has an acceptance about her life that gives her strength as she navigates being single and taking care of things her husband always did. But Mary Ann doesn’t give up; she has a strength that asks for help she needs and is quick to express gratitude when others reach out to her.

Our pastor’s wife gave a luncheon for widows in January. We were to introduce ourselves and share a little about our journeys alone. As Mary Ann began to share, her tears came. It had been about a month since her dear husband died. She seemed almost ashamed that she was crying, but I knew it wasn’t because she was afraid to let others know she was grieving; being with people fueled her spirit and her tears waited until she was alone. As we encouraged her that we understood, she took a tissue someone offered and continued her story. She had been at her husband’s side throughout his illness. He was her world and she was his. Her faith in Jesus Christ was helping her through her journey. Now several months later, she still grieves, but she has taken life by the tail and does what she needs to do.

Mary Ann is a joy to know. In reaching out to her, her sweet spirit has reached out to me. I am glad to call her my friend.