One day
the boulder is pushed
off your chest
or it disappears
like morning dew at noon
or manna in the desert.
After confessing a lifetime
of sorrows, traumas and troubles
and crying a sea of salt tears
you arrive like a newborn
shivering and radiant
on the shore of your soul,
breathing again.
For a whole country
learning to breathe together
removing the boots
from our collective necks,
may the boulders continue
to be pushed back
and easter come
like a thief in the night.
Anita Amstutz 
This is BEAUTIFUL, Anita. Thank you. Love, Tina
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Bless you Tina and happy Easter!
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May … Easter come like a thief in the night.
I love this.
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Wonderful,Anita. Thanks k you. 💟
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Blessings to you and your loved ones this Easter Day!
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arrive like a newborn
shivering and radiant
on the shore of your soul,
breathing again.
YES! Happy Easter, Anita!
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good to hear from you Donna! It’s been a year of exile, hasn’t it?!
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Beautiful…thank you dear Anita ???
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Such deeply meaningful and beautiful words! Thank you!
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