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.
7 comments:
Perfectly beautiful. I like "Love's Avatar"
I almost used this idea. You did it much better than I would have.
Timely, too! Nice!
people can be so fickle.
you wrote this cleaver piece wonderfully.
That is a beautiful expression of faith. Thank you.
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!
Even more true around Easter.
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