Easter Sunday Poem by james watkin

Easter Sunday



This hard door, proud materialists construct
Death's, once of soldiery stone-rolled
In a forbidding way
Dissolves, and brightly. Hem-clinging
To that more indomitable trust
Eased through, easter sunday.

Saturday, September 1, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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