From fear, sadness and darkness I come,
Cloaked in shock, betrayal and fright.
I open an old worn door,
Into the streaming light,
Into joy unseen,
Radiant white,
Holy light,
Easter
Morn.
To describe the indescribable is quite a gift. A sublime, uplifting poem. Amen. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Superb write. This should be read at sunrise on Easter morning. May I echo Alison's 'amen'. Love, Sandra