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 Easter

Frail winter tree
Desolate branches
Oustretched
Clinging to leaf
Frail and vulnerable.
Done, at last
The finish.
Agonized falling
Broken and alone.

In my space,
My silence
He speaks in secret
Places of your
Pain and mine
“To see the light
Acknowledge darkness
Still, myself I
Pour out for you.”

                   George Coombs
Posted: 2010-04-21 22:56:39 UTC

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