She is the
Grieving grave
Of one whose hands,
Clutched tightly
Upon the shielding walls,
Are bound for departure.
She is a
Grieving grave.
One whose hands,
Crossed gently
Above the mound,
Expected arrival.
Elegy
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Life, Death, Resurrection
Jesus, Immanuel
Bright morning star,
Whose birth drew wise men
To visit from afar.
They brought gifts of
Frankincense, myrrh, and gold,
“Bring news of his whereabouts.”
By Herod they were told.
After they worshiped and
Honored the true King, Continue reading
