Sunday, April 4, 2021

EASTER 2021


Like dandelion puffs

My secrets are dispersed in the air,

Leaving bare my soul.


My love,

I am a prism reflecting you.


Emptying herself of sorrow

Mary wept at the tomb as

Did we all.


Gather

The dreams,   those we take with us,

Those we leave burning

Behind.


In the Garden

Nothing is hidden.


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