Grief walking
in the dark
with the pounding
in my head
measuring steps.
May as well,
since sleep won't come;
washed away
by my tears.
Still, seeking You
in the morning
As is my custom.
But, Oh!
Sweet surprise!
Life arose
while I was weeping.
Shadows defeated
as the Light,
on two legs
walked out of death.
That first breath
sweet joy!
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