Redemption

From fear, sadness and darkness I come,
Cloaked in shock, betrayal and fright.
I open an old worn door,
Into the streaming light,
Into joy unseen,
Radiant white,
Holy light,
Easter
Morn.

by Mary Naylor

Comments (2)

Superb write. This should be read at sunrise on Easter morning. May I echo Alison's 'amen'. Love, Sandra
To describe the indescribable is quite a gift. A sublime, uplifting poem. Amen. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥