An Easter #Etheree Poem…

 

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On

A hill

Three souls wait

Dark judgement called

One crown of sharp thorns

His mother waits below

Sound has vanished from the world

Standing close, Joseph holds the cup

Take your mother; hold her as your own

Day three gave rise to a new religion…

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