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On this day when billions contemplate an idea of resurrection, I find myself thinking that when too much energy is being consumed with continuous destruction, it is hard for resurrection or renewal or rebirth to manifest.
Whatever might
have happened
or didn’t happen,
whomever I might
have encountered
or didn’t encounter,
whatever might
have worked
or did not work,
whatever I might
have completed
or left unfinished,
whatever I might
have stirred up
or might have
begun to heal,
whatever might
have been, or was–
still there were
the blossoms,
still the moon.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.