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Many spiritualists intuitively feel that God has no religion. Thus, at Easter, they forgo the theological rituals of Christianity and instead celebrate the mystical event by meditating upon the profound and powerful teachings of Rabbi Yeshua ben Yosef, also known as Jesus the Christ.

Such meditations often reveal that the spiritual experiences of the teachings of Jesus are just as fresh and relevant today as they were in ancient times, unlike the time-warped doctrinal interpretations and explanations of Jesus offered up by ecumenical religions.

Maundy Thursday, April 2

 8 a.m. Morning Prayer: St. Joseph Basilica, 1109 Chestnut St.

 8:30 a.m. Morning Prayer: St. Philip Neri, 3108 Van Buren St.

 9 a.m. Morning Prayer: St. Barnabas Parish, 1427 Sixth St.

 6 p.m. Soup and Bread Supper: Song, prayer, deep reflection will follow at 7 p.m. First Congregational Church, 1912 Central Ave.

 6 p.m. Holy Thursday Communion: Maundy Thursday service. Twin Towers United Methodist Church, 1411 Oak St.

 6:45 p.m. Maundy Thursday Supper and Service: Immanuel Lutheran Church, 1420 Lafayette St.

Julia Park Tracey is Alameda’s Poet Laureate.

April is National Poetry Month. As your official Poet Laureate, I’d like to invite you, Alamedans, to crack open a poetry book and read one, just once, this month.

Korean War veteran and historian Marshall Davis (pictured) took the lead as tour guide for the Alameda Naval Air and USS Hornet museums that hosted a fundraising event in honor
of the Doolittle Raid, which left from Alameda on April 1, 1942.

The "Doolittle Walk" featured visits to the place Jimmy Doolittle touched down on the runways just past the flight tower; Pier 2 where the USS Hornet was loaded with 16 B-25 bombers; and today’s USS Hornet which is technically a newer craft than the one that set out on the Doolittle Raid to bomb Tokyo.

I remember Easter Sunday

It was colorful and fun

The new life that I’d begun

In my new cage.


I was just a little thing

When they brought me
from the store

And they put me on the floor

In my cage.


They would take me out to play

Love and pet me all the time

Then at day’s end I would climb

In my cage.


But as days and weeks went by

I saw less of them it seemed

Of their loving touch I dreamed

In my cage.


In the night outside their house