![]() My Prayer-Poem for Friday 9 April 2021 (Sixth poem for the Easter Octave) This is the second stanza of a longer poem about the resurrection. Next stanza tomorrow.. Counter to expectation, the grave was not the same as they had seen just days before when Roman sentries came. Now open wide, unguarded, the women at the tomb confront a young man dressed in white in early morning gloom.
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AuthorI have set myself the challenge of writing a Prayer-Poem every day for 100 days as part of The 100 Day Project Archives
May 2021
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