Woes Sufferings
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Days of drear added to
Woes
Sufferings
Their ilk
Easter has not come
As yet.
Trees bend
Graves frozen
Seas crystalline
And paralyzed
Not a whiff of wind
Even the tree-leaves
Sleep the sleep
Of the sub-conscious gold
All stopped
All paralyzed
As in a photo:
All
But then as dawn crept
By
I heard a Voice from
Inside and
I Spoke with it
As my eyes to consciousness
Opened
‘Lo! I am risen! '
And
As time goes
To rise I will continue
Echoed Soul, the Inner Soul
And
Then I will cast drear for
Above it
Writ in gold and red
‘I will arise, I will arise'
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