Yet [*/+/^] : Words When The Last Thought Forms, Two Poems

1

 

In Christ, my last hour

will partake, somehow, of that

first PASCHA morning.

 

2

 

Since childhood, PASCHA has meant a special dawn,
but by the evening's late hours, it was gone.
In Heaven, though, no time will slice or sever;
that day will be PASCHA---always---forever.

 

Kyakuchuu

aka

J-Called

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excellent write another beautiful scene. Rae

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Rae, you are with the Lord,

Rae, you are with the Lord, now, and I miss your friendship very much.  We will meet again in Heaven.


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