Thursday, March 22, 2007

“With Mary at the Tomb”

The milk and honey poured from His
Perfect and tamed lips…

Resting upon the shore and distant hills
His eyes rescued the withering souls
Who cried out and spoke
Son of David!

My hands cup to catch the sundry
Raindrops of truths, I sip…

Quiescent and leaning upon a boulder
I feel His eyes collect me upwards
And with one soft sweeping
I praise the empty grave!

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