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Lyric Poem · Hope

The Stone Rolled Back

by The QuillOak Editors

They came with spices, not with hope,

to tend what death had done,

and found the heavy stone rolled back,

the garden full of sun.

Let every locked and final thing

that grief has sealed in stone

remember this: the morning came,

and no one wept alone.

Original poem © QuillOak — free for personal use.

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