recycling the old symbols --
the tulips and lilies,
the empty cross,
the rolling stone
and the moss it leaves behind --
but at the end of the day,
when all the lilies have wilted,
the ribbon and netting torn
from the festive crosses,
the Easter finery restored
to the closet for another year --
what then? Has anything
been resurrected in our hearts?
Or is something still trapped within,
pulsing edgily beneath the skin...
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