This morning,
Everything is new,
Life takes a different shape,
What was,
Has gone.
Hurts are lost
in the immediate distant past.
Memories of defeat,
Are just that
- memories,
A new truth calls out
As a witness
to all.
What was
learned
Must be unlearned
Great divides lose their power,
In the wake of this new morning,
Feet, tired with hurt
Will no longer be fixed - still,
Some will
struggle onwards or back,
Some will
take wary, careful steps forward,
And still
others will spring into a new reality,
Freshly
rooted with delight,
Cantering and
contorting,
Crisp new
modes of existence,
New experiences
Sharp with
anticipation
And expectation.
On every street hope will sing
From rejoicing lips
And darkness will be overcome.
Resurrection
calls out across
Eternity’s
vastness
And the decay of the past
Is lost to dust,
Old,
Forgotten and Broken.
When the sun rises
And the clouds are stripped away,
When the way
is made clear
And the paths are repaved
With righteousness,
The new future begins.
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