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…
An Easter #Etheree Poem…
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3 responses to “An Easter #Etheree Poem…”
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Beautiful.
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Thanks Roger…
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Lovely ;)
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