RESURRECTION
The rock I stand on is the only one
it will not fall away.
The wave I ride
will carry me to the shore.
The dreams of good
will manifest themselves,
Look to the sky
as the clouds
they reinvent themselves.
He who died for me,
came back
in quiet dedication to all mankind.
I wait for his cleansing breath
and a whisper in my ear.
I did this for you.
Gretchen Hargis
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