from hammering storm
to breathless still, to
surge of new-sprung light –
compresses time and space, and us as well
as through those singular days,
those crucibled three from which have risen
all faith, all hope, all love – in sum
all life worth living, both now and ever
May those days live in us and we in them,
through glory of the three in one, the one in three,
who weathered all our days, our storms, our very death,
to bring us to unending dawn, and joy beyond compare
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