From Death To Life
FROM DEATH TO LIFE
HIS FLESH
circumference of thorns
holes in hands ~ those healing palms
feet fastened – nail chains
HIS WORDS
Father forgive them
for they know not what they do
(And) It is finished
HIS DEATH
violent earthquake
up from the grave ~ walking dead
wind-sheered curtain splits
THREE DAYS
abysmal weeping
terrified person denies
the cock crows three times
EASTER SUNDAY
empty gaping hole
world’s paying attention now
dawning of new day
EVERY DAY
spurs our hearts and souls
salvation’s glorious hope
King of kings ~ all bow
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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