Dawn,
Sunday.
The tomb disclosed,
in brightest day,
void,
the boundary
of yesterday
breached.
Morning,
Sunday.
The greetings of angels,
the fear of mystery,
the meeting of a man
who is not a man.
Evening,
Sunday.
More fear
and another greeting
and the breath
of eternity
enters frightened souls.
Monday, 25 April 2011
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