A Memory



Drowsing in the mist
A fragrant scent stirs my soul
And wakes a desire.

Far and Far away
Sweet fragrance of memory
Softens my sorrow.

The mourning dove  coos
Nestled among the lilies
At rest and at peace.


Transcending Love

Lovelace II

“Hosanna, Our King!”

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He arrives with palms and cheers,

Expectations soar.

Excitement abounds,

Our warrior King has come     then

disappointment looms.

Betrayed and Denied

Mock court shouts “GUILTY!”

Bones stripped bare, nerves screaming

He pours out His life.

Cross drops into hole,

Everyone laughs at the moans

mingled with a thud.

Heaven is groaning,

Earth trembles and shakes apart.

The curtain is ripped.

Silent vigil is long.

Dewey fresh sunrise at last.

The tomb is empty.


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