Resurgam
- Jan 20, 2021
- 1 min read
A single cross,
Shining in the
Darkness, mid
Charred fragments
Of ancient beams.
A people mourn their Mother, who
Soaked their tear-stained prayers into her stones
And gently held their hopes in flick’ring flames.
Now she must wait
And trust, like them,
The promise
Of the sign -
I shall rise again.

Comments