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  • October 10, 2020

    In stillness before day, Feet tread, afraid Of wakening the dawn—Sabbath gone. Mourners come—these did not run When hope was dethroned, When nail drove through bone. Black space yawns where door should seal— Them out, Him in. One step in, crowding to see, Where is the body? Seeds of hope dislodge despair— Suddenly, two men [...]