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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