05.03.2024
Anne-Lise Andresen Copyright © All Rights Reserved
We were wrinkling our noses as a bunny The pastor uses an apostrophe Eternal echo in holy house His religious beliefs, lined with grace With arms and feet nailed to the cross The torture of whipping - pain and bloody sweat The crown of thorns Shadows fall into the moment's blind spot We are not stupid or deaf at times the doubt is deafening as the world changed Easter morning: a holy sign, the tomb was empty The age of miracles We wrinkled our noses as a bunny Is there a deeper meaning woven into it? A reminder of a heavenly scent a convincing God a moment of revelation glimpse of eternal hope The sky whispers in shades enlivens the senses The extendable crooked long ears listening to the Easter message When there is doubt, there must be faith
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