Darkness
Fell once over
The face of the earth
The edge of the sacred
Appeared that holy darkened day
The cry
Was heard
“It is finished,” but then began
New life on this dark earth
Seeds in the dark
Grow strong
Darkness
Fell once over
The face of the earth
The edge of the sacred
Appeared that holy darkened day
The cry
Was heard
“It is finished,” but then began
New life on this dark earth
Seeds in the dark
Grow strong
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This is a great poem, Lorraine.
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Thanks Riberta. So encouraging. 😊
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So true! And so beautiful! 👏💖😘😘
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