Near the cross I keep me
Always to hold in mind
The brittle sticks that held a Saviour
Dangling in the great divide
Near the cross I wait in silence
On blood anointed feet
Knowing that his condemnation
Fell for me
Near the cross a throne lies empty
A king disowned himself
Today, I find in me redemption
A vein of gold in miry clay.
I'm bad at vulnerability I like to tie off places Where mess might hide Might wander in to introduce themself Until I'm all kn...
-
Are the bandaid To staunch The bleeding heart.
-
Late It's practically done, more or less Plus or minus it's my best Effort if you squint and side-eye It. I'm sure it will get b...
-
To slumber And not be tossed about Like an incomplete formula In the mind of a mathematician Is a good thing The solution Lies in reme...
1 comment:
Matthew:
your poems are smooth
like butter
and this one in particular
is smooth
like pudding
moving and honest
thanks for sharing.
~ Jessica
Post a Comment