April 21
Fiery horizon, flaming sun
Pulls me from my sleep
Power of life takes my hand
Colorfully beckons me
Awakening heart, stirring soul
Mercies fresh as dew
With the flaring, sunlit clouds
I pass from night to new
Fiery outline, flaming Son
Eclipsing tomb’s cold stone
Power of life quakes the earth
Shatters death’s fierce hold
Awakening hearts, stirring souls
Mercies fresh as morn
With the flaring, Son’s sweet life
I’m shaken, changed, reborn
Happy Easter, friends,
Bethany J.
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