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Sunday Afternoon Regret, Sad You See
(after TomBank's poem, "Sunday Regret")
The same day came . . . Sadducees,
which say that there is no resurrection.
---Matthew 22:23
All my senses seem to fail
as if an impending gloom
is rolling nearer to assail
me---staring at that empty tomb.
People whisper "Resurrection,"
and I feel a disconnection:
a misery, not mirth.
Does cancelled death, perhaps, cancel my birth?
q.v.
[jlc]
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Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.
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