a chill spring wind bites at our faces
the ice gathered slick and thick
on walkways
eastern horizon clear and
turning pink
seagulls and geese calling out as
they rise from the river
late moon still hanging high in the sky
bright pink spreads higher
invading the clouds
shimmering orange light spills over
the place where heaven meets earth
grows more brilliant till
I have to look away
blazing on the horizon till
morning breaks
and it is day
throws our shadows far across the
snow as we walk back home
the sun has risen
Christ has risen
He is risen indeed
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