February 20, 2011

Stranger At Sixty Stadia

[ Luke 24 ]

A lance pierced man
On yonder nail pronged tree
Thorn crowned king
Legion sneers from scornful eyes 

The sky closed like a door
Forsaken near the moment
The ground gaped like a sore
Showing the blood it ate

I remember a sound of a torn curtain
It ripped inside of me too
Graves creaking open on their hinges
Three days He sat in the earth like a root

Rising He wrenched the earth
Sifting the soil of its dead
The women came with spices
Did our hearts not burn within us?

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