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Poem: The cross and its weight

By now, most of you would have realised that I’m not all that fond of rhyming poetry (unless it is written really, really well!) … here’s another of my earlier pieces.

THE CROSS AND ITS WEIGHT

sitting here
weeping,
it’s hard to see how
such an interceeding shadow
that cast doubt
and sent the world around it reeling
could have been so inviting

i used to love him
and her
and their little games and ways,
but they ignored me
as a kitten does a beetle,
they smilingly spat
and gave their words
with a tongue
bated
with more than breath,
for breath it was trying to take away,
and as I sit here,
still weeping,
clinging to idealistic illusions
and wanting them to be real
and comforting
and welcoming
when they’re not,
when they prance in the rising sun—
that never shines through—
around it,
galloping,
beckoning me to join,
but i somehow don’t
i want to,
but don’t,
only… Continue reading Poem: The cross and its weight

Poem: A cross to share

Inspired by a very succinct, short post from Duane’s Mind.

A cross to share

hope from death -
such a queer remedy
to a learned mind
of the kind
that yelled and cursed him
to the tree
and even the poor,
the decrepit and blind,
the thief and the proud
took delight in the cat
as it ripped and tore at his flesh

yes! i cried,
after all, what man is this
who can pierce my heart
with only a glancing look?

more! someone else continued,
and the next lash
grappled for purchase
across his back and side,
then flung away with a lick of the lips

it wasn’t until later -
regrettably, much later -
that the irons of 10 inches
drove home
a dark truth:

it was my sin
that drove the nails in,
fastening him there
with three swift strikes -
nine, in total -
but greater than that,
beyond our reckoning,
is that his love
for us
held… Continue reading Poem: A cross to share