Easter Sunrise, 2009

Sunrise, 2009

 

Hillsides take many forms

Wherever we gather in fear or hope

To stand or to shiver is a hillside

 

Stones take many forms

Whatever blocks all of the light

To entomb or force ignorance is a stone.

 

How many forms do fear and despair take?

How many prospects of standing silent, alone

In darkness, in desolation?

 

Hope also takes many forms

Even a cry of anguish seeks a listener

Implying hope.

 

Silence will end, darkness will end

Stones will fall back, light will enter

Hillsides will warm and bloom

The sunrise will take many forms.

 

 

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