The Lord has risen
On this another Sunday
Of our sorrow.
I hear bells ring
In the nearby church
I feel a slight breeze
Rustle my potted plants.
It is the day of resurrection
But death stalks the internet
Full of grim news
Of friends and acquaintances gone
As more await healing
In the house of agony.
As the Lord has risen
You think of ways
To find rebirth
Amidst the mountain
Of grief.
You have to resuscitate
Your spirit
And find strength
In growing grandchildren.
Indeed
You have to keep flying
In the open skies
Of uncertainty.
You have to revive
Faith in the morning
You have to resurrect
Optimism
For your own sake
And your loved ones.
The Lord has risen
You have to redefine
What kindness is
And what it means
To a suffering milieu.
You have to find hope
In the sea of despair.
And find solace
In your restless heart.
Resurrection
Is retracing
A good dream
Before it fades
Into the labyrinth
Of nightmare.
The Lord has risen
With it comes
The promise
Of sunrise.
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