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The Man On The Middle Cross ©Dawn Minott

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry15 Comments

Beforeword: This is Easter weekend, when Christians remember the life, sacrifice, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. The story does not begin at the cross. It begins with a humble birth and unfolds through a life spent teaching, healing, and showing the world another way to love.

This poem traces that journey—from cradle to cross—and the path that led to the hill called Calvary. It is the poetic-story of the Man on the middle cross.

Born to a humble girl named Mary
And raised by the carpenter Joseph
Laid in a manger in Bethlehem
A cradle made from straw instead of gold

A child who puzzled scholars in the temple
Speaking truth beyond his years
While elders listened in quiet amazement
To the wisdom of a boy

He walked dusty roads telling simple stories
Seeds, vineyards, lamps, lost coins
Turning everyday life into lessons
On mercy, faith, and the kingdom of heaven

He sat with fishermen and tax collectors
Touched lepers others failed to see
He called the poor and the broken “blessed”
And made the last feel first

He opened blinded eyes and lifted bent backs
Spoke peace to storms and demons alike
Where despair had taken root
Hope began to breathe again

He overturned tables in sacred halls
Questioned the pride of priests and rulers
Teaching that love of neighbor
Was greater than ritual or rank

And there he hung between two thieves
On a hill called Calvary
The Man who healed the world now crucified
The Man on the middle cross

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Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays ©Dawn Minott

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During this time of togetherness and giving, I want to wish you a Merry Christmas filled with love, peace and happiness. 

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Shabbat Shalom: A Resting Place Amidst Turmoil ©Dawn Minott |with audio

On By Dawn MinottIn Shabbat Shalom6 Comments

Have you turned on the news lately and felt your heart sink?

So many nations are caught in conflict. So much suffering.

Wars. Armed conflicts. Border shifts. Political power plays that dominate the global stage while diplomacy falters.

From Gaza to Ukraine, Israel to Iran, Haiti to Myanmar—the world trembles under the weight of violence, displacement, and fear.

We watch, we grieve, and sometimes we wonder if peace is even possible.

Our world is breathtaking in its design, created to be our home, a dwelling place, but now burdened by unrest and devastation.

And creation itself feels it.

It’s groaning —manifested in unpredictable weather patterns, unparalleled natural disasters.

The apostle Paul wrote about this. This is what he said:

“We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth [and not just in his time, but] right up to the present time.”

—Romans 8:22 (NIV)

Paul didn’t ignore the chaos. He traced it back to a deeper reality: that is—the world groans because things are not as God originally intended—caused by what the Bible defines as sin.

But thankfully Paul didn’t stop at groaning. He pointed to glory:

“But thank God! He gives us victory over sin and death through our Lord Jesus Christ.”

—1 Corinthians 15:57 (NLT)

Yes, the world groans—but it also waits.

Waits for redemption.

Waits for peace that no summit or ceasefire alone can secure.

Waits for the Prince of Peace who promises to make all things new.

As this Sabbath unfolds, may your soul find refuge in that promise.

May you find rest in the hope that even when nations shake, God’s love remains unshaken and unshakeable.

Shabbat shalom.

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Easter: More Than Bunnies & Chocolate ©Dawn Minott

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“Are Easter bunny and Jesus best pals?” And what about the eggs and chocolate and Easter characters?! The queries of this 3-year old girl is eye opening. See her questionings here:

It is true, Easter often brings images of pastel eggs, chocolate bunnies, and playful hunts across green lawns. Fun? Absolutely.

But the heart of Easter runs deeper than sugar and spring décor.

For Christians, Easter is the cornerstone of faith—the celebration of Jesus Christ’s resurrection from the dead.

It’s not about candy-coated traditions, but about conquering sin, defeating death, and offering new life.

Jesus who was crucified, conquered eternal death and paid the price for the sins of ALL who believe in Him so that we will not perish but have everlasting life (John 3:16).

So while the bunny might hop and the eggs may roll, Easter’s true power is in the empty tomb.

Blessed Easter to all!!

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Jesus Wept ©Dawn Minott

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There, by the silence of the tomb
His friend, laid low
A brother in the cold embrace of death
His heart overflowed with human sorrow

Jesus wept

He’s seen and known sorrow
A man acquainted with grief
This death ushered in a darkness too deep
Burdening His soul, strangling his heart

Jesus wept

His tears fell, mingling with the earth
In that moment, the world grew still
As if creation itself held its breath
Receiving the tears of the One who spoke it into being

Jesus wept

In His tears, a revelation unfolds—
That the Almighty shares our burdens
That Divinity knows our pain
That sorrow, too, and grief are sacred

Jesus wept

For every tear we cry
For every loss that breaks our hearts
For the moments when faith wavers
And the nights when hope feels afar

Jesus wept

When your heart is heavy
And your cries seem unheard
His compassion weeps with you
His compassion stands with you

Jesus wept

In His tears is the seed of resurrection power
A whisper of the dawn that follows the darkest night
For He is the Light that no darkness can extinguish
The Life that conquers all death

And so—
Jesus wept

From “The Chosen”, Season 5. This scene portrays Jesus overwhelmed with compassion as He witnesses the deep sorrow of Mary and Martha over the death of their brother, Lazarus, His beloved friend. With the weight of His own impending crucifixion and knowing what awaited both Him and humanity down through the ages, nestled in the arms of His mom, Jesus wept.
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God Is, Love Unconditionally ©Dawn Minott

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Beforeword: Because God love us some much, His unconditional love was manifested in this way:

The Word (God the Son) becoming flesh (human) took up residence (tabernacled or pitched His tent) among us. Those who saw Him observed His glory and saw that He was the one and only God the Son, full of grace and truth. Yet He was man. John 1:14 (Holy Bible)

He was so human He could touch people

So mighty He could heal them

So human He spoke with an accent

Yet so heavenly He spoke with authority

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He was so human He could blend in unnoticed for thirty years

So mighty He could change history and remains unforgotten for over 2,000 years

So human He was wounded, bruised, chastised

Yet so mighty He could heal from those stripes

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He was so human He thirst and hungered

So mighty He is living water and bread of life giver

So human He humbled Himself to a sacrificial cross

Yet so mighty He gives salvation to all at no cost

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He was so human He became sin

So mighty He could forgive sin

So human He’s like a brother

Yet so mighty He is the Savior

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He was so human He was given a name—Jesus

So mighty His name is above all names, it saves

So human He was all-man

Yet so mighty He was and is and for always will be all-God

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Seasons Greetings ©Dawn Minott

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In festive light, the holiday shines bright
With joy and warmth, in every heart’s delight
No matter how you celebrate this season
Season’s greetings, a timeless reason

In snowy landscapes or by the beach’s shore
Traditions cherished, forevermore
Gather ’round the fire or beneath the tree
Embracing love and sweet unity

Kwanza candles, Hanukkah or Christmas wreaths
Diverse traditions, each one bequeaths
With family and friends, the laughter resonates
A tapestry of memories that forever elevates

Whatever your faith, or the customs you keep
May the holiday spirit run deep
In this season of joy, love, and cheer
Wishing you happiness throughout the year

How ever you celebrate the holiday, seasons greetings WordPress fam!!!! (Photo credit: Shaina_blacklens)

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Blue Christmas ©️Dawn Minott| with audio

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Of all the holidays we celebrate each year

This is the one that embodies the most cheer

Colorful lights flashing, festive decorations everywhere

Transforming homes and decking trees left bare

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Gifts carefully selected, wrapped, topped off with bows

Placed under trees anticipating the glee they’ll bestow

Menu of your favorites selected, guest list in tow

It will be a celebration, fingers crossed—there’ll even be snow

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You left without a warning, there were no clues

You checked out of life, broke my heart in a million twos

Every year will be a blue Christmas without you too

No hugs or kisses lavished, forever gone the YOUnique you

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Gifts wrapped in love, left unopened under the tree

Like the sorrows that plagued your heart, too deep, I couldn’t see

You smiled and laughed, you danced with me

All the while masking the darkest parts of thee

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Those on the outside looking in, contemplative wonder

You seemed to have it all, what could have been the matter?

All is incomplete when it’s devoid of the Master

Empty longings run deep, gifts are but a temporary plaster

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In the shopping, the decorating we’ve nearly forgotten too

He’s the reason for this season, like at His birth, too little ado

The meaning of life lost outside of the One who created you

It will always be a blue Christmas—Jesus—without You

Afterword: On the eve of Christmas, this tribute poem was influenced by the reality that the holidays are the hardest when you’ve lost loved ones.

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Advent ©Dawn Minott

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In the quiet cradle of Advent, time folds upon itself, weaving the delicate fabric of the now and the not-yet.

It’s a balance of anticipation, where our faith finds its rhythm, seeking balance in the tension that defines this sacred season against the heart wrenching upheavals of the world.

We live life within this delicate equilibrium—a pilgrimage through the sacred corridors of waiting and hoping while serving others.

As we go about our days leading up to what the Christian world celebrate as the birthday of Jesus, the Messiah, let’s cast aside the cloak of denial and indifference.

Our world is in big trouble. There’s no denying this.

The season’s call is not to escape but to show up and do what we can to make a difference in the lives around us. No good deed is too small.

So, let Advent be our guide, teaching us the live in relevance in the present, and the courage to embrace the unknown that awaits in the not-yet.

In this sacred tension, we discover the beauty of our faith.

Afterword: Advent, derived from the Latin word adventus meaning “coming,” refers to the Christian church calendar’s preparatory phase for both commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ at Christmas and anticipating His Second Coming. In Western churches, Advent initiates on the Sunday closest to November 3rd—that’s today, December 3. 

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What’s Christmas About…

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For unto us a Child is born, unto us a Son is given. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. He is Jesus!

Isaiah 9:6

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