The Easter Bunny Hopped Right Over ME

Eggs died, dyed, and dried, ready for baskets in which to lie -

Each one like some little poor orphan, some little lost guy.

Families are gathering for the churches where they will go,

Waiting to eat Easter treats, made from some sugary, sweet dough.

Me? I'm an orphan, no family to "praise with," but don't get me wrong!

I walk a spiritual path, and celebrate the beat of my own little song.

I hear that Easter was truly pagan at one time,

How the world changed springs' rituals till some say it's a crime.

Eggs once represented results of male and female in natural repose,

Doing what they do, when they lose restraints and step out of their clothes.

Yeah, the Easter Bunny who came to our sweet little town,

Jumped and hopped right over me - and now is nowhere to be found.

Easter is just another day to me - not because I do not believe.

But Easter was originally the season, based on the need to conceive.

Can I prove my faith in my Greater Universal Spirit, I call him GUS,

By painting some eggs, wearing pink or yellow, and making a fuss?

I think my spirit lies deeper than that,

Not under some bonnet or my new Easter Hat.

I work with the hungry, the homeless, and the ill.

For us, this thing called Easter is just no big thrill....