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  • The Crucifixion

    Laying a path to salvation
    One jagged pebble at a time,
    She cracked open one day
    And with the bittersweet taste of sin on her tongue
    She simply lost the need to call out who she was.

    The Resurrection

    in those slow motion moments
    Just before waking,
    When solid things go soft,
    And dawn moves its mysteries into morning.
    Grace comes as a whisper
    Holding up a moment that shimmers in her memory,
    A pulsing eternity
    Where the possible meets the impossible
    And she is reborn
    A pillar of shine
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