Heavenly Rising Poem by Michael Gale

A sun drenched morning, with Butterflies,
fluttering from one empty cave,
Filled with leaves, mounting atop Man's sad,
and lonely grave.
Sunlight's rays spreading of snow white
linen,
Surrounding all it's sad forgotten women.
Confused and staring in empty world's
horizon, Heavenly Advance of The Lord's
arizon.
With joy on lips to his precious, Heavenly
rising,
Hearts do jump with his futuristic coming.
Easter morn' Man's sins unborn, as God did
toss aside,
In hope of man's own future by God's own
loving pride!

Michael Jeffrey Gale