I Thirst
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On my personal cross of pain I hang
Suspended between earth and sky
Reality and make believe
There I hang
There I cry
I thirst
I thirst
For pure love
I thirst
For lasting passion
I thirst
for joy of contentment
I thirst
I thirst
There at the foot of my cross
they watch
those who feel my tears, my friends
those who show their true faces, my foes
those who are too afraid to reach out, my acquaintances
those who wait for the end, my family
I thirst
I’m dying of thrist
There you are
the one who put me on this cross
the one who drove in the nails of betrayal
who crowned me with thorns instead of kisses
There you are
I look down at you
I thirst
and you press to my lips
what cannot satisfy
vinegar instead of water
I let it run out of my lips
as I turn my head and cry
at this final insult
I thirst
I thirst
and you
h e a r a
death sigh
escaping from parched and cracked lips
as my heart breaks and the earth quakes
you take in
cooling sips
as the blood
d r i p s
angels c r y
watching me
D I E O F
T H R I S T
Eileen Manassian
Inspired by Emile Pinet’s Poem: Unbearable Thirst
PS...I do not wish to offend. I hope this is not considered sacrilegious. I am in no way diminishing Christ's sacrifice on our behalf. He died of a broken heart...a heart that was filled with love...He died from an overabundance of love for those who did not love Him. We die from a lack of love from those who should love us. It's sad.
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
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