Jan 20, 20211 min readResurgamA single cross,Shining in theDarkness, midCharred fragmentsOf ancient beams.A people mourn their Mother, whoSoaked their tear-stained prayers into her stonesAnd gently held their hopes in flick’ring flames.Now she must waitAnd trust, like them,The promiseOf the sign - I shall rise again.
A single cross,Shining in theDarkness, midCharred fragmentsOf ancient beams.A people mourn their Mother, whoSoaked their tear-stained prayers into her stonesAnd gently held their hopes in flick’ring flames.Now she must waitAnd trust, like them,The promiseOf the sign - I shall rise again.