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
and soap dishes.
On picture frame edges.
Some of these
smooth pebbles
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 would see all the color,
taste all the flavor.
He would think of you.
That yellow one is the sunshine
that rises on 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.
That blue one is the sky
spread above your wonder.
Each one would pass over His
life line and move and roll,
like a stone away from a tomb.
His lips would purse, then relax
into a gentle smile.
This year two of my older boys hid the jelly beans. I didn’t want them to see my crying over jelly beans. Sheesh! In a while the search will ensue. The children will be hunting for the beautiful pebbles. If Jesus were here I wonder if he would search with them…
Gerald the Writer 
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