In the interim

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I wait.

Wait for the new day to arrive.

The morning that will bring the women running, breathless, from the tomb, speaking excitedly of angels, and a white linen burial cloth lying on the dirt floor of that tomb.

An empty tomb.

Oh yes… how I wait.

I wait for the morrow, the day when the “Hallelujah” may once again pass my lips.

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