Look what Christ can do— bound as He was to a cross, weary and strangled in pain, a joke on the lips of man, a curse on the lips of God— death of the Immortal. He died like no one else— the pride of the Father’s eyes, a portal torn in the veil from Satan’s […]
Read more "What Christ Can Do"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"I watched a flower give itself— a thousand tiny strands— that wafted into wind and grew a field of dandelions
Read more "Life"They went to war to battle for the cause, and gave up life and fortune for their own. They lived at war. They died and slept their sleep enclosed in soil hardened like resolve. – And yet they never rushed into the fray where soldiers died while bullets reigned around. They never stormed a cliff […]
Read more "Freedom’s Sacrifice"It always seemed the lamb should die at night with dark like curtains, solemn, wrapped around, while pools of crimson gathered on the ground. Instead he died in milling crowds—and light. The priests were quick; their bloody hands a flight of flashing knives. The bleating sheep! The sound of death that pinched my beating heart […]
Read more "The Last Lamb"How patiently He waited for the hour To give the perfect token of His love, The pardon for our guilt, enliv’ning pow’r, By perfect wisdom wrought from heights above. In time the Son was born as man to dwell— The sinless One—beneath our own sin’s curse. He knew our pain and sorrow, felt it well, […]
Read more "Sonnet V"Blood drips down and pools in little eddies— swirls of life. Warm. Metallic. Salty. Tarns of crimson cradled in stone. A cup to catch the ransom for our life. – – –
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