The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -10
Musing in the memory
of how the Seraphim
salted my lips in the sanctuary
with an alter coal
that seared my cruel speech
and soothed my agitated soul
the cherubs pull my conscious back
to the forefront of reckoning,
A man will come to care
for the rough cut and unclean,
the elders will cheat him
soldiers shall beat him
and doubt will nearly defeat him,
in his hour of quiet death
inside an unfinished tomb
the Lord will light up the room...
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2017
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