Yet [*/+/^] : Words When The Last Thought Forms, Two Poems

1

 

In Christ, my last dawn

will partake, somehow, of that

first EASTER morning.

 

2

 

Since childhood, EASTER has meant a special dawn,
but by the evening's late hours, it was gone.
In Heaven, though, no time will slice or sever;
that day will be EASTER---always---forever.

 

Kyakuchuu

aka

Starward

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yellowspecks's picture

excellent write another beautiful scene. Rae