Happy Easter!
From Bob and
Susan
Easter Sunday
Marriott
Courtyard Buffet
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EASTER’S LILY
Published Long Story Short
Published Long Story Short
Easter had seen
Burst of green
In garden’s room
White lily blooms
Pure as white
Point of light
To grace the way
This Easter Day
Awakens spring
Hear Angels sing
Each Easter gives
Behold, God lives
Susan Marie Davniero
Easter
Bonnets of Lace
by Susan Marie Davniero
Published "The Soul's Bright Home" Book
In their
Easter Bonnets of lace
Three
darling sisters pose in place
Bathe by
the glow of sunlight
Shining in
Heaven’s spotlight
Together
they stood dressed alike
Fashions
sewed by Mom in white
Holding
hands on bended arm
Spun a
circle of loving charm
This is
the day the Lord has made
Three
sisters bow and prayed
Dressed in
their Sunday best
On this
Easter Day, God Bless
by Susan Marie Davniero
by Susan Marie Davniero
| Susan, Teresa and Laura Fischetti Sisters |
| Published Pancakes/Heaven |
THIS BLESSED EASTER DAY
Published Long Story Short
Published Long Story Short
Rejoice! The Angels sing
Hail Christ our King
Today he has risen
Behold! The sky’s glisten
In Divine cause
Heaven’s applause
With God, wish to be
Blessed is He
Bathe in God’s light
Glory in thy sight
Mercy shone on us
The Lord we trust
Look with favor
On us, Savior
Praise God Almighty
In holy sanctity
Depth of life’s gold
Eternity of thy soul
Hallelujah! Let us pray
This blessed Easter Day
Susan Marie Davniero
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| drawing by Susan |
THIS EASTER DATE
Adorn Easter attire
Hymns of a choir
Voices will sing
Church bells ring
Heavenly message sent
Forty days of Lent
‘Till Palm Sunday seek
Welcome to Holy Week
Symbol of the Cross
Jesus is the source
Behold the Resurrection
Rejoice in celebration
Glory majestic glisten
For He has risen
Pray to commemorate
This Easter date
Susan Marie Davniero
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| Twins Susan and Laura matching dress - Easter 2012 |
| Laura, Teresa, Susan Easter |
Easter Bonnets of Lace
(Published Long Story Short)
Creations Magazine
Pancakes in Heaven
In their Easter Bonnets of lace
Three darling sisters pose in place
Bathe by the glow of sunlight
Shining in Heaven’s spotlight
Together they stood dressed alike
Fashions sewed by Mom in white
Holding hands on bended arm
Spun a circle of loving charm
This is the day the Lord has made
Three sisters bow and prayed
Dressed in their Sunday best
On this Easter Day, God Bless
written by Susan Marie Davniero
Creations Magazine
Pancakes in Heaven
In their Easter Bonnets of lace
Three darling sisters pose in place
Bathe by the glow of sunlight
Shining in Heaven’s spotlight
Together they stood dressed alike
Fashions sewed by Mom in white
Holding hands on bended arm
Spun a circle of loving charm
This is the day the Lord has made
Three sisters bow and prayed
Dressed in their Sunday best
On this Easter Day, God Bless
written by Susan Marie Davniero
"EGGS IN-A-BASKET"
Food for thought for this Easter season’s menu – try “Eggs-in-a-Basket”. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket - crack an egg to fry up a sunny side egg in a slice of bread.
I can still taste Mom’s favorite breakfast for us kids. And we helped…scooping a hole out of the slice Wonder bread, soaking the bread in an oil lined frying pan, and cracking an egg sunny side up into the hole to fit.
Easy to make, quick to serve from pan to plate and the kids ate up the fun Easter “Eggs-in-a-Basket” breakfast - easy cooking to start off a busy holiday. The Easter Bunny doesn’t all the eggs. Try all different kinds of bread. My Italian Grandma used Italian slice bread. Of course it can be served any day, not just on Easter.
The name fits the day. Apparently with “Eggs-in-a-Basket” for Easter breakfast we ate our words.
Susan Marie Davniero
Come Home to the Church - An Easter Visit
by Susan Marie Davniero
Easter came early this year - falling on last day of March. We felt a slight chill that awakened us in the morning air as my husband, Bob and I, briskly walked into the Church for an Easter visit.
On this holiday, faithful townspeople accompany us, in haste as if to arrive before "the show begins" The sunshine brilliance is glorious as if the Lord Himself smiles upon us.
How heavenly the church is dressed for the holiday, thinking as I look toward the altar walking to our pew. The church's altar is blissfully adorn with luxurious white drapes, graced by white lilies, as the gold glisten off the Holy gilded ornaments appears to be kissed by the sunlight through the multi-colored stain windows.
A respectful rule of silence is followed as we all rise to greet the congressional line of altar servers led by the Priest. The silence is broken by the soft hail of a parishioners baby cry from the back of the church.
I notice the Priest officiating at this morning Mass is the newly ordained Father John, adorn in a white vestment festive garment to serve the Lord, like the good shepherd leading his flock. Father John serves his master well as he captivates the congregation by his inspiring homily and worship.
Church is a place where singing the hymns loud is nearly as important as singing them right ? as I join in. I try to sing better than last week as we all sing "Alleluia! Alleluia!"
As the mass proceeds my faith grows stronger and I leave the church feeling better than I did before I entered. The Lord is divinely hospitable. We had a Blessed Easter visit at the House of God.
My mind wanders back to another Easter visit at my parents home. I was young, barely 18, finding my own way. Alas, my way was leading me away from the church. I can still hear my Dad's plea; "Go back to church" as if it was an answer to all my youthful problems.
That was then, this is now. As I sit today at Church I whisper, as if my beloved deceased Dad, Gerard Fischetti, can hear me; "Dad, I am back." The answer is there. Dad was right.
The church welcomes everyone back. Their door is always open. Regardless of attire, wealth, or creed - all are invited for a visit at the House of God. Come home to the church. You can go home again, after all.
Written by - Susan Marie Davniero
Lent is to Catholics is what Spring Training is to baseball.
Catholics are in training for the Blessed Easter season. With our prayer, penance and sacrifice to the Lenten observances we shall be prepared for the divine celebration of Easter.
Happy Easter!
Susan and Robert Davniero
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| Susan and Bob Easter 2012 |
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| Laura and Dennis Easter 2012
(Susan's twin-sister and her husband)
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Easter
Poem – The Greatest Story Ever Told
At the Last Supper spread
The Fest of unleavened bread
“My appointed time draws near”
Jesus said
One will betray me as
Scriptures read
Blessed is the Holy Trinity
Behold our divine history
“Take and eat, for this is my
body”
He took a cup, “Drink from it…
This is my Blood of Covenant”
The kiss of sinner concede to
deliver
Blessed Jesus to the
unbeliever
Alas, mere thirty pieces of
silver
Paid to Judas disloyal giver
“Hail King of Jews!” they cried
“Let him be crucified!”
Death of Jesus miraculously
defy
Rise the Son of God, Jesus is
alive
The Gospels of Mathew foretold
Sacred Scriptures words of
gold
Glory to God, Son of Man
behold
The Greatest Story ever told
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
LONG STORY SHORT: APRIL POETRY
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EASTER'S
LILY
Published Long Story Short
Published Long Story Short
by Susan Marie Davniero
Easter
has seen
Burst of green
In garden’s room
White lily blooms
Pure as white
Point of light
To grace the way
This Easter Day
Awakens spring
Hear Angels sing
Each Easter gives Behold, God lives
Burst of green
In garden’s room
White lily blooms
Pure as white
Point of light
To grace the way
This Easter Day
Awakens spring
Hear Angels sing
Each Easter gives Behold, God lives
Come Home to the Church - An Easter Visit
by Susan Marie Davniero
Published Lindenhurst Gazette
Easter came early this year - falling on last day of March. We felt a slight chill that awakened us in the morning air as my husband, Bob and I, briskly walked into the Church for an Easter visit.
On this holiday, faithful townspeople accompany us, in haste as if to arrive before "the show begins" The sunshine brilliance is glorious as if the Lord Himself smiles upon us.
How heavenly the church is dressed for the holiday, thinking as I look toward the altar walking to our pew. The church's altar is blissfully adorn with luxurious white drapes, graced by white lilies, as the gold glisten off the Holy gilded ornaments appears to be kissed by the sunlight through the multi-colored stain windows.
A respectful rule of silence is followed as we all rise to greet the congressional line of altar servers led by the Priest. The silence is broken by the soft hail of a parishioners baby cry from the back of the church.
I notice the Priest officiating at this morning Mass is the newly ordained Father John, adorn in a white vestment festive garment to serve the Lord, like the good shepherd leading his flock. Father John serves his master well as he captivates the congregation by his inspiring homily and worship.
Church is a place where singing the hymns loud is nearly as important as singing them right ? as I join in. I try to sing better than last week as we all sing "Alleluia! Alleluia!"
As the mass proceeds my faith grows stronger and I leave the church feeling better than I did before I entered. The Lord is divinely hospitable. We had a Blessed Easter visit at the House of God.
My mind wanders back to another Easter visit at my parents home. I was young, barely 18, finding my own way. Alas, my way was leading me away from the church. I can still hear my Dad's plea; "Go back to church" as if it was an answer to all my youthful problems.
That was then, this is now. As I sit today at Church I whisper, as if my beloved deceased Dad, Gerard Fischetti, can hear me; "Dad, I am back." The answer is there. Dad was right.
The church welcomes everyone back. Their door is always open. Regardless of attire, wealth, or creed - all are invited for a visit at the House of God. Come home to the church. You can go home again, after all.
Written by - Susan Marie Davniero
The Legend of the Easter Eggs Basket
It was during Biblical time
One early Sunday morning
The Tomb of Jesus Divine
Mary Magdalen had warning
As she went to Jesus tomb
With a basket of eggs lunch along
Behold an empty tomb loomed
The body of Jesus was gone!
Shocked she sets the basket down
To better explore the tomb now
Suddenly white eggs she found
Turned the colors of the rainbow
Thus, perhaps the story may fit
The legend of the Easter Eggs Basket
Susan Marie Davniero
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