The Christian Year

 

Easter

Within the blackness of the night His body lies at rest Alone within His catacomb, amidst the quiet chill His skin is pale and bled of life, no air’s within His chest He lies in state, forsook by God, within the lonely hill She weeps within the waning night, alone before the morn When death …

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