RESURRECTION
We all have our own Gethsemane
When times are against us,
When, faultless and perfect,
Darkness no longer has an airy lightness
But falls upon us
With the full weight of sorrow.
From Gethsemane there comes always
That long walk to the crucifixion of hope,
That slow procession into loneliness,
That sombre step into a darkness where love
Becomes nothing but an old and lovely dream.
Yet that dark garden flames
With the resurrection of a living hope,
Throwing light into the darkness,
Bringing peace to the desolate,
Making all love new,
Its eternal promise forever redeeming,
That where love is,
Time no longer has any meaning.
© 2015 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
The last two lines are fabulous. Heart touching.
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Thank you, dear Kritika.
Gwen.
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My pleasure 🙂 🙂
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Beautiful 🌼
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Thank you so much.
Gwen.
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