Cornerstone
A Poem
Stillness rests
A Holy hush
Falls like light
on aged stones.
Where is He?
I wait like Lucy at the
stone table
Except:
He is Risen.
And I feel Him in the
Cadence
Of every footfall on dry leaves
Hear Him in the
Thump
Of blood in my veins.
(28 October 2022)
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