Not Yet – An Easter Poem

 

Somber, silent, sacredly,

She ventured to the tomb;

Fearful, fragile, fretfully,

Her mind replayed the doom.

 

Beaten, stricken, spat upon,

How could this be her LORD?

Hands that once had made her whole,

Now bound by one small cord?

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