If a Man Die

by John Richard Moreland
I will repudiate the lie
Men tell of life;
How it will pass
As fragile flower or butterfly.
Whose dust shall nourish
April grass.

Since One, for love, died on a tree
And in the stony
Tomb was laid,
Behold I show a mystery:
All sepulchers
Are sealed in vain!

I will repudiate the lie
Men tell of life;
How it will pass
As fragile flower or butterfly.
Whose dust shall nourish
April grass.

Since One, for love, died on a tree
And in the stony
Tomb was laid,
Behold I show a mystery:
All sepulchers
Are sealed in vain!
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