Resurrection

 

Black of Night
had steadily eaten

away at the
Moon all month.

Until, at last
nothing remained but

heart-break and
the absence of

Her Light.  Just
when I thought

I could no
longer bear my

moon-gone grief,
a tiny miracle;

sliver of resurrection
rose like Hope

in the Eastern sky.

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