Monday, March 29, 2010


Screaming crowds call out his name
With shouts of joy and songs of praise
They honor and they marvel,
For they've waited all these years.

A quiet night of heavy dread
He kneels there, burdened, bows His head
They sit, they sleep, unknowing
As the angels wipe His tears.

Once again the crowds cry out
But now they jeer, they hate, they shout.
He bleeds, he prays, cries out, then dies.
Earth waits, dark, cold..and then it hears

One rumbling stone, one bright descending star
The cry of death, destroyed by Life,
Love's Avatar.


Lilibeth said...

Perfectly beautiful. I like "Love's Avatar"

fourwindshaiga said...

I almost used this idea. You did it much better than I would have.

Tumblewords: said...

Timely, too! Nice!

Tammie Lee said...

people can be so fickle.
you wrote this cleaver piece wonderfully.

SandyCarlson said...

That is a beautiful expression of faith. Thank you.

Amity said...

Your poem is in keeping with the Holy Week...

It reminds me of how Jesus Christ sacrificed His life for all sinners!

Unique rendition of the prompt dear!

Loch Rob said...

Even more true around Easter.