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Poetry: Easter

by Lyn Adaway

During the hours of dark,

Angels descended to earth.

A boulder rolled aside

An earthen tomb revealed.

Mary wept at dawn, when

She was too late with oils.

His body was gone. A soul

Awaiting the ascension.

With tears of grief, Mary

Affirmed His precious gift.

Blood for atonement of sins,

Her Son gave for all men.

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