Skeletons Poem by Amanda May Moore

Out with the old.
We'll start from the heart
and allow all that is kept
within to be realized.
Our broken locks.
We note not just the dead, but also
our flowers. We are stepping
into something fresh.
Don't count your sorrows only,
remember your joys.
Brand new.
Hold in no more this dolor,
Jesus walks among us and
has broken the locks and
opened our hearts.
Whether we feared it or not.
He is here, with understanding.