A sound behind her stirs
A scatter of bright birdsong through the air.
She turns, but cannot focus through her tears,
Or recognise the Gardener standing there.
A Sonnet for Easter Dawn
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@malcolmguite
This is stunning. Thank you so, so much for creating such a beautiful picture of that morning, the grief, the joy, and our hope.
Be blessed.
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