The rumble thunder far away
the sky gone grey and stone
the wind path still…………………like holding breath
as sits the leaden, sober stress:
I stand vibrant here and live
because He bled. For me.
The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy,
the bow and bend to idle sins
pursued with passion down the path
or sometimes! just because. Like breath
I sin because I want…and take.
And now I stand to breathe and live
Because He bled. And died.
There is no trumpet praise or silver silk-lined speech
that makes the trade appropriate, for nothing’s sun
that makes my blackness His. I stand like hallow; all amazed.
The thunder sound I never fear,
and solid as a stone
I sleep in peaceful, every breath,
for lethargy and sin-like lead-
have sunken deep into the sea.
I tread the path in royalty
because He died. For me.