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"Easter 2014" (by Joe DiMino)

He was born of flesh—
His first crucifixion;

For true life
Man’s immortal-worth
Is the resurrection
Of his Spirit

And thirst, our insatiable appetites,
Not to nourish
But to transform
For the soul’s
And Glorious Flight

The splinter
In man’s eye
Never a sliver of cross;

As those daily nails driven
No mere
Bloody punctures—

We mature toward death
That we may ripen
Into God eternal

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