“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"Jesus came to heal the sick the weak, the sad, the sore, the ones stretched out in dire need the wretched and the poor. – You thought He only saved from sins? But Have you never read: – Lame men walked and mute men talked. Peter’s mother lived. – Where e’er they met him, demons […]
Read more "Surely He has born our Griefs"Where‘er he walked he was despised: we shook our heads, we rolled our eyes. Rejected one who dares to call himself the truth and us the thrall in dungeons dark and full of lies— this is why you bore the sores! you wore the sins no man endures – (and only God Himself can rise). […]
Read more "Epitaph of Jesus “The King of the Jews”"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"Cold and stark, silent, dark bonded atoms: strong as steel— unwilling eager guardian— watchful limestone wheel. – There’s no tread can wake the dead or break the quiet stone. Night creeps in on shameful day; the maker sleeps alone. – Roman dust, silent must guard my stone with wooden spears. Bored and stiff, the coldest […]
Read more "They Rolled a Stone…"Stranded ‘round an ancient Olive tree there wends collected history from lives: the truth that now remains in memory. And here within this garden there survives a tree that lived to feel it’s maker’s touch, that heard the earnest prayers, the shouts the strives the babbing brash that woke the sacred hush, berating godly pleas […]
Read more "The Hour Has Come…"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"The table set, the glass is there Drink of His love. No place for earthly glory here Drink of His love. He washes feet in humble place speaks to His chosen face to face a friend of sinners, great in grace, Drink of His love. – The broken bread His death displays Taste of His […]
Read more "Body and Blood"Early He came, eager, He sought and found a house of evil blend where sinners grubbed for gain of men. – the fruit the tree had never brought No prayers or silent worship wend up to God from this robber’s den – outward green as empty as rot He drove them out in wrath and […]
Read more "He Found Nothing…"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…"
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