Watching, waiting, hurting,
praying;
no understanding,
certainty; hope instead.
Wondering why we should be
staying.
Will he be raised from the
dead?
Time is indiscernible
motion;
feet and arms heavy as
lead.
Feels like we have cried
an ocean.
Will he be raised from the
dead?
Burying heads beneath the
covers,
sheet of anguish, quilt of
dread.
Hurt even more than that
of lovers.
Will he be raised from the
dead?
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| Photo by Todd Jenkins |
© 2012 Todd Jenkins
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