2011-04-24
Oh, Master!
Before the angel - there was the sound of
departing birds speaking, "He is risen!"
At the empty cave - there was the
warmth of sun on my skin saying, "He lives!"
But, then there WAS an angel.
And the tomb WAS empty.
And, in the quiet of the garden
He spoke my name.
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