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Be believing*
Later on
that day / the dark room
was enough
to concoct buttoned down,
in our minds.
While we lingered bolted-in,
shut-up / You
breezed past barricade as One
hole-pocked / exhaled
absolution, a hot gust
peace be with you;
materialized new --
as Yourself / awake & alive
after the woman's claim
you spoke her name.
afraid / our fingers
traced your split side
'til we inhaled
Your closer breathing,
our truer air.
*I wrote this poem a few years ago, inspired by the form Luci Shaw used in her poem Ascending.
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What do you need help believing to be true about the resurrected Christ? What fears are hindering you from receiving his offer of peace?
