{"id":136770,"date":"2025-04-25T07:59:00","date_gmt":"2025-04-25T11:59:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=136770"},"modified":"2025-04-25T07:43:27","modified_gmt":"2025-04-25T11:43:27","slug":"still-more-poetry-for-easter-pieta-by-madeleine-lengle-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kendallharmon.net\/?p=136770","title":{"rendered":"Still more Poetry for Easter–Pieta by Madeleine L’engle"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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The disciples found the truth hard to believe.
There had to be breaking bread, eating fish,
before they, too, even Thomas, were lit with
joyfulness. Not much was said about me.
I said good-bye to the son I carried within me
for nine months, nursed, fed, taught to walk.
On Friday when they took him down from the cross,
I held the son I knew,
recognizing him in my arms,
and never saw him again,
not my body\u2019s child. How could I laugh, weep tears
of joy?…<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

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It\u2019s that time of year when sea pink\/thrift is popping up all along our beautiful coastline! #FlowersOnFriday<\/a>🌸 #SeaPink<\/a> #SeaThrift<\/a> pic.twitter.com\/kQwbc5t6zm<\/a><\/p>— Margaret O'Connell🌻 (@MargaretOC6) April 25, 2025<\/a><\/blockquote>