Tomb.
All is silence.......
until a crescendo of birdsong
fanfares day,
hailing the coming of sun,
the return of the Son.
The silent stones of Palm Sunday
attend the moved rock
of this Easter Sunday
silent in awe.
There are no palm leaves here,
discarded fronds blown away
by the week of wind, of storm,
and the mischief of history.
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