The burden and cares laid aside.
Hear the flight
of the beasts of man –
his pride, sin, despair.
Renew
the heavenly things.
Restore
that which was lost.

//”It is finished”

//Collette Kristevski, 3/28/2019

This is a blackout poem. Background taken from PicsArt.

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