Be Stretched Beyond

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No speech
No word
No sound

Is found
To scream out

My displacement
In this World

The cultural
Religious 
Personal

Estrangement

An Eastertide
Gethsemane

A lostness of soul
An intense black cloud

Hovering over
This sunny afternoon

And You would not
Allow even a brief respite

In the Cloister
For which You my Lord
Have bid me crave

Be brave
You say

Be stretched
Beyond all boundaries

Content with the colour
Of the moment

A simple child
At play


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