Words shook me.
I felt the reality of death in them –
stark, unveiled,
shimmering and pain-laced.
A brief utterance in time,
But the weight in its wake
bends eternity.
O God of bodies,
Your presence feels our fear;
Our tears
are Your heart language.
Fragility
does not offend You.
O God Resurrector,
There’s Light
coming out the edges
of The Sentence,
Because You are present there,
already, now.
It’s just the first clause;
The Word at the end is Yours,
is You.
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