bleeding wounds of broken flesh stained wooden cross
crown of thorns imprinted pain upon His Head
scattered pieces of red robe gambled for toss
sword pierced side as water flowed proclaiming dead.
agonizing death laid in cold darkened tomb
tears cascading sorrow from a Mother's womb.
broken promises appeared to fade away
love defeated death in bright sunshine array.
in fabric of intense love lies mystery
infusing scattered heartache makes one stronger
Deity broke pattern for hate to steal glee
delicate woven tapestry lives longer.
though pedestal may shatter as fragile glass
while harsh wors will hurt deeply as sounding brass.
victory in love and life feels forgiveness
restoring souls to heavenly happiness.
*For Gail Angel Doyle's Picking Up Broken Pieces Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.