Hoping For Resurrection
By Brian Ernest Brown
on the back of an ass
riding into town
faint praise
turns to criticism
all too often
in a garden of woe
lies are the seeds
and betrayal
is the perennial bloom
thorns are treacherous
hanging betwixt
heaven and earth
suffering and forsaken
lost and alone
crying out
love and grace
the only gift to give
dying to self
and hoping
for a resurrection
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