Sunday, April 20, 2014

First Light

Pierced by our iniquity
Nailed to our failure
Arms stretched out to the horizons with forgiveness' embrace
His final breath a prayer

Darkness

Desolation
Hope is lost
Even the sun puts on a shroud of mourning

Then Sunday
A light burns once again in the darkness
As women through eyes cloudy with tears stumble upon the scandal of life

He is not here. 

He's Alive! 

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