The flesh shredding scourging,
Christ's heart was filled with the
Weariness of a troubled world;
And from these Thorns,
A crown they formed.
Unspeakable apparitions incited
And encouraged His tormentors
As they impaled God's own
Flesh and blood with;
The thorns of humanity,
The splinters of earthly sin,
The indignities of their mockery.
Heavenly patience permeated His being,
While an Angelic presence consoled
And spiritually nourished Him
To complete His divine course.
Bloodied, disfigured and unrecognizable,
Mockingly hailed as King and Messiah,
Pilate presented Him as "The Man".
But His Kingdom was not of this world.
He transcended the nuisance but necessary
Sufferings of what was, and began to
Ascend to that which will be.
And from His Father's right hand,
He calls upon our grace filled souls by name.
1 comments:
I always like your poetry; you write so well. The pictures are great too=)
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