A single cross,

Shining in the

Darkness, mid

Charred fragments

Of ancient beams.

A people mourn their Mother, who

Soaked their tear-stained prayers into her stones

And gently held their hopes in flick’ring flames.

Now she must wait

And trust, like them,

The promise

Of the sign -

I shall rise again.


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