“And they crucified him, and parted his garments, casting lots.” ~ Matthew 27:35 Greedy hands reached out eagerly to seize the woven fabric of the clothes lately worn by Jesus. Heated words, and shaken hands, and rips of sword sharp severing as the earthly garment that good and noble garment so lately dignified by him […]
Read more "The Spoil of the Strong"The earth around like hardened clay, Slabs of sun-baked flatness, Cracked with fissure lines of age all wrinkled up in heat. Nothing grows in desert air nothing young, or green or fair. – The floods once came and surged the flats you should have seen the waters— bearing all in whackish rush soaking in the […]
Read more "A Shoot Out of the Ground"Smash blows. Snaps of breaking waves. Sharp. Short. Blood sport: BLEED . . . See this! Willing hands? Stretched out– NO demands? Gives death. Claims life for these men ? – – – Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash
Read more "Nails"This time short time ago these limp wheat fields were lying in cold wind showers and dearth. Where they died silking in with other grains leaving dirt. That grew tall grass, and fed from past the grains around. Not one, not twelve, but unnumbered—fruits of life whirled by angry winds to earth to feed a […]
Read more "If a Grain of Wheat Dies…"Why did He die hanging there against the sky? The evil witness stood and lied, Peter swore, and trice denied. Why did Jesus die? – Why was He torn for crimes He never once had worn? The crush and pierce of razor thorns He bore amid the sins and scorns. Why was Jesus torn? – […]
Read more "Why?"Long like thought, the water swirls. Deep the flow of life and death. Deep his thoughts, where Pilate sits in steaming mirror circles round. – Deep the flow of life and death. Deeper still the war inside. In steaming mirror circles round, he hears the spittled screams and shouts. – Deeper still the war inside […]
Read more "If Only…"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! […]
Read more "Substitute"It was in a garden where the firstfruits of our race found that joy and life was there that Providence had placed. But there inside a garden wall of shrubs and trees and berries all our cancer sin began to bloom The death of light the world of doom. – It was in a garden […]
Read more "The Song of the Garden"Broken like a casket box– then waves of sudden cold puddle on the head and hair dripping off the beard. Overpowering all else an earthen, floral note– extravagant, and rich embarrassment of eager zeal. – Lasting for a moment–just the ostentatious show outpoured, and used and sudden–gone. a year of lavished work. Just so–the trail […]
Read more "Mary’s Memoriam"The sky resigns; a silent kind of cry that lies outside the mire of our lies and uncontrolled, cannot be rolled into the fabric of our sinful lives. – The sun has sunk in protest or in fears, as noonday freezes sight with night and now the rays that filled our days strike us with […]
Read more "This Was the Son of God"
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