by Teresa Burleson
Man in the middle, Son of the Most High, Firstborn from the dead, You are the Spring In every Winter. And now, On this day, Of all days, That last tyrant, The one ever ready To swallow us whole, Is forever put Under Your feet.
A free-lancer for over 40 years, Teresa Burleson has credits in over 45 magazines. In 2002, she received the National League of American Pen Women Virginia Liebeler Biennial Grant for Mature Women in the letters category. She is the author of The Pilgrim’s Lyre, published in 2003 and Rose Without Thorns, published in 2013.