Cradled withinÂ the womb of death, scripture beats defiant.
Lean in,Â to discern hopeâ€™s unfolding;
multiplying cells of truth over pregnant centuries. Giving
breath to us, too often, draggedÂ to the grave.Â
Soothing empty arms,
with strong proof of life after life.
So soft, it is thunder in the vast
noise ofÂ doubt’s marketplace.
backbone to bow
to no man.
Resolving who knit whom together.
Renewing covenant with an empty
griefâ€”for but a while.
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