Petals On The Wind

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A storm gathered o'er the sea,

The silver lake of Galilee,

The cold surge blew across the plain,

Air heavy laden with the scent of rain,

There was darkness upon the hill,

And great silence, no song, no chirp, no twill,

I watched the cross from far away,

The grass at my feet did sway,

Olive trees bent and bowed,

Thunder crashed, mournful and loud,

There were petals on the wind,

I followed the throng, the rich man's tomb,

The dark rock, carved in death and gloom,

I sat beneath a flowering tree,

Branches blown by the breeze,

There were petals on the wind,

It had been three days since Friday,

We rent our cloaks, we questioned why,

Herbs were gathered and flowers too,

I picked some violets blue,

From the patch below my windowpane,

The air was fragrant from dew and rain,

We walked along the road in quiet,

Tired from the restless night,

We came unto the garden place,

The sun was gentle on my face,

Realization bubbled slowly,

As I spied the stone, and absent sentry,

I walked in a daze,

I heard words spoke in the craze,

But I understood nothing in my hollowness,

I walked to the edge of the garden in distress,

And that is when I saw Him radiant,

Standing in the sunny gradient,

Beneath an almond tree in bloom,

No sign upon Him of the tomb,

He smiled and held His arms wide,

With joy I ran to Him and cried,

I saw His hands still pierced and his side riven,

But before me He stood, He was risen,

Joy filled my heart,

For the new era and it's triumphant start,

Overcome tears blurred my eyes,

And the last clear thing I spied,

Was petals on the wind. 

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