This is a dizain poem I wrote in the spirit of Pascha (Easter).
The Christ descended from His Father’s throne; In dying on the cross, He conquered Hell. Then He rolled away His sepulchral stone; The sting of death would no longer prevail. A glorious word of good news to tell! His disciples worshipped in prostration As they prepared in humble elation To spread news of the resurrected King Who paid the price of mankind’s salvation; A new song all of creation will sing!
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