By Kim Beach
No More
How long do we sit in mourning?
Lamenting the grief of our loss,
The pain of our transgressions
The shame of our failures?
How long do we hang our head,
Ash covered and naked?
How long do we weep tears of
Anger and hide in fear?
How long is acceptable?
How long do we wait?
How long must we wail
And beat ourselves with sticks?
Enough. It is done.
No more. It is over.
Look up. I am here.
Emmanuel has come.
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