Easter, by George Coombs |
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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