And on the Third Day

I felt it last night

Just before I fell asleep

Something stirred

That I thought had died.

It came awake

A force, a power.

Three days of pain

Fear anger grief

Buried deep

In a cold tomb of despair.

But then

On this third day

The Spirit rose again to say

Life lives and

Love will never be denied.

Go into the world

It said

Spread the message

Be fierce be bold

Be brave

Resurrection is not easy

But faith will be reborn

This is the 3rd in a series of poems in the aftermath of the US election of 2016.

Links to the first two are below.

2 days after

The Morning After

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One response to “And on the Third Day”

  1. Judy Welles says :

    72 hours for grief. Then it’s time to roll up our sleeves. Judy

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