It’s like a feedback loop,
viciously cyclical.
We can never escape its grasp
love has its hold on us.
When the physical departs
the Spirit still remains
this is the day we are
called out by name.
We hear our beloved
could this be true?
A gardener in the tomb
He has been working on the harvest
planting, sowing, watering, reaping
Life abundantly.
Love has come to stay.
When the physical departs
the Spirit still remains
this is the day we are
called out by name.
Life is found
at the foot of the cross
death brings life,
a paradox of truth.
Where you seek you will find
Investing your love,
it will cost you your life.
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