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The door was ajarIn expectation
Of a presence
-- His coming
There was no strong wind
Nor a cold breeze
It was just another day
Coming to an end
With a borrowed light
From the crimsoned skies
And from a flickering candle
In a corner
There she was
Seated, composed,
And waiting
Her hands
Were clasped together
In prayer
In excitement
No puff of smoke
No movement
No sound
And there He was
Before her
She beamed
She cried
Before a loved face
No longer swollen
And bloody
But one glowing with love,
Understanding, mercy
Her Son in the flesh
Seated, composed,
And waiting
Her hands
Were clasped together
In prayer
In excitement
No puff of smoke
No movement
No sound
And there He was
Before her
She beamed
She cried
Before a loved face
No longer swollen
And bloody
But one glowing with love,
Understanding, mercy
Her Son in the flesh
He is alive!
He is risen!
He is back!
She held His hands
His pierced hands
For ages
And wet them
With tears
Then she held
His face
For ages
Looked at His eyes
Smiled and cried
Some more
Her other hand sought
For that hole at His sides
Touched it then prayed
And again cried
This time helping herself
To an embrace
Tight and warm
And for ages
He is risen!
He is back!
She held His hands
His pierced hands
For ages
And wet them
With tears
Then she held
His face
For ages
Looked at His eyes
Smiled and cried
Some more
Her other hand sought
For that hole at His sides
Touched it then prayed
And again cried
This time helping herself
To an embrace
Tight and warm
And for ages
No word
Was exchanged
Just a look at each other
For ages
A smile
A nod
And everything
Was said
Writer: Labyrinth
Place/Date: Trappist Monastery/April2007
Was exchanged
Just a look at each other
For ages
A smile
A nod
And everything
Was said
Writer: Labyrinth
Place/Date: Trappist Monastery/April2007
Photo by Sweetverni [DOWNLOAD 1024x768]
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