Love, love, love…
Me and my friend were walking
In the cold light of mourning
Tears may blind the eyes, but the soul is not deceived
In this world even winter ain’t what it seems
Here come the blue skies, here come the springtime
When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies shall rise
In our lives we hunger for those we cannot touch
All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath
But awoke by grief, our spirits speak
How could you believe that the life within the seed
That grew arms and reached, ad a heart that beat
And lips that smiled, and eyes that cried could ever die?
Here come the blue skies, here come the springtime
When rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies shall rise
Love, love, love is stronger than death…
By Matt Johnson “Love is Stronger Than Death” 1993
EASTER SUNDAY POST APRIL 16, 2017
Expressions by Rosaline 