I spoke a call to Easter
rather shouted a prayer
felt caught in a Lion’s den
death near my door, scythe in hand
of all things alone in despair
robbed of all equity and care
my voice travelled beyond the realm
wrapped in an arrow
soaring without end
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
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