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Those who have left
What do they tell us
That the dead do not rise
In the way we want
Though resurrection
Happens all around us
All the time
The daughter realises
The mother's dream
As if she was born with it
The son is as feisty
As his grandmother
Though he has never seen her
Death cannot take away everything
The one who died on the cross
Was he the one who reappeared
Lighting the flame in every heart
Which had had enough of the darkness
And showing the way home
To those who really wanted to go home.