Casarah Nance

For Casarah,

What if I were a poet who is forlorn,
Became bird sitting among each thorn;
Like Son of God one day I do suppose
In our hearts became a bleeding rose.

He now is God's son who has arisen
No longer here on earth in a prison
Christ in us all is quite a creation
Of joy, happiness and jubilation.

Jim Horn
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Dietrich Avatar
April 13, 2016 at 3:54 PM
this is really nice what you did in Casarah's name. And I see she is glad to have inspired you. it's lovely.
Horn Avatar
April 14, 2016 at 5:36 AM
I truly believe this is why God gave us the ability to write poems and motivate others to write them. Write one about most difficult student you ever had. Jim
Nance Avatar
April 13, 2016 at 8:15 AM
I am glad to have inspired this inspiring write.
Horn Avatar
April 14, 2016 at 5:39 AM
CN, This is why God put Poetry Soup and you and I on earth for along with all of the other great Poetry Soup poets. Be sure to read my latest one. Jim Horn
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace