The Stone Rolled Away
Fifty days of Easter
Time for reflection
Taste the sacred sweetness
that is ours now
the stone is rolled away.
We live; we shall not perish;
all is good and flourishing.
Jesus invites truth, trust,
His presence: eternal.
We hang our lives
on the boughs of His
outstretched arms.
On his love.
© Russell Kendall Carter
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rkcdlitt
I am a retired high school and college professor. The last 10 years of my teaching was as a college professor of literature and writing. I have self-published one book of prayers and meditations and am preparing another book of poetic odes to faith and love. I am truly honored to be welcomed into this group.
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