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In the light of Easter morning The stone remained unmoved. Unsure of what to do at first, we waited Then we tried to push it clear— It wouldn’t move. We watched throughout the afternoon, Most left by by three, a few remained— We didn’t hope, but didn’t leave. By six the sun was setting, When the darkness reached the stone The day was done and we were weeping— And the stone remained unmoved. 3/25/2024
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
In the Light of Easter Morning
In the light of Easter morning The stone remained unmoved. Unsure of what to do at first, we waited Then we tried to push it clear— It wouldn’t move. We watched throughout the afternoon, Most left by by three, a few remained— We didn’t hope, but didn’t leave. By six the sun was setting, When the darkness reached the stone The day was done and we were weeping— And the stone remained unmoved. 3/25/2024
The basic image has been in my head for over 50 years, although my response to it has changed.
#loss#grief#despair#faith#hope
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EJH81
77/M/Boston
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
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