Poetry and the like, by Amy Opal Marshall


Sunday 12 April 2020

Among


You came and stood
    - among them -
Conqueror of the depths of the grave;

Invited them
     torushinclose
     and touch
     your hands and side.

You breathed
     into dust
     again -
Made them whole:
Peace
     be With you -
          Feel my pulse,
          Believe,
          Be alive.

You told someone like me,
Don't
     Hold me...
                       just yet.
I think maybe
      when she does
She will
     never
          let go.

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