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The garden tomb was empty,
But that didn't mean
Jesus wasn't still here.
Footprints left in the dust
atop cloudy Olivet,
Didn't mean our Lord
was no longer near.
The breakfast coals
on Galilee's sandy shore
burn hot still there.
And the promised Spirit,
though no longer flickers
visible over said heads,
God's flame speaks volumes,
still pouring from our hearts,
Reminding us, as He said:
"...and lo, I am with you
even to the end of the age."
Matthew 28:1-20
Acts 1-2
John 21:1-14
*Saudade is deep emotional
state of
melancholic longing for
a person or
thing that is absent, a
bittersweet
feeling of longing for a
loved person
who is gone.
See this poem @ His Newsman |
