Conversations With Christ
Often, I speak with you of urgent thoughts
and crosses pillaging my vagrant walks…in limbo
of midnight’s pain, my hands spike in rage
when your light does grant my favors.
Should I then reflect on the trails in Calvary
that put a stake unto your unbidden love?
I know, I sometimes never dare affirm
the gentleness of your eyes soothing
these ashen tears bathed by
waves of my own discontent.
You did die for me, letting the marrow of
this splintered pride question such ardor …
Still, you dear Brother, mocked on a ladders
of a thorny hill kindle my heart, reminding the Christ
within me to prevail: a limitless sky gloaming your
familiar rise of love unknown yet known,
if only I were constant enough to surrender
to the glory of your nailed wrists:
all these for me, for rattling tides, for decadent men.
I shall but enter the streams of your holy sea
to wash your feet. Then, in my deep humility,
rise once again to live for you ever … and
cherish a driven life through others, instead.
' And know that I am with you always; yes,
to the end of time.' --Jesus Christ
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Jesus Contest of Anthony Slausen
6/18/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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