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The quiet chill beyond - a Good Friday morning poem

the quiet chill from beyond

beckons deep dark blue

that night betrayed but

faithful for all forever

unseen weight pressing down

a gift given unfairly. freely.

an abundant lover now abandoned. Alone.

A misunderstood son stands

under weight wooden

void of despising wrath

but filled and fuelled by affection

and unquenchable love

awaiting a beating until broken

this is not the work

of an offended, estranged, angry creator

But a father. a forgiver.

A son. A saviour.


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