Christ's Holy Whip
That whip is the flaming might of the heavenly white dove
That burns away the wicked, and blows away the black ash thereof
That long-lasting wood for the whip is the blood ridden cross
That brought death to Jesus and begot the life of Christ now above
These joined made the flaming cross for Jerusalem to see
Filled with robbers and barren canals, far from the Pleroma’s sea
Not the city we see, but the one who cries out “Lord, Lord”
For us to become the house of sun, light and dove forever free
Inspired by Heracleon's Commentary on the Gospel of John, Fragment 13 on John 2:13-16.
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
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