Salome

Solome danced like someone who danced before the gods With hungry eyes they watched her every move Like ruby red wine the audience drank her seductive moves But at what cost what price we all pay sooner or later Like a good daughter she obeyed her mother It happened so fast Herod gave his word and with a word No trial no defense just a word death came to John the Baptist his head on a platter like a prize She sentenced a man to death with her dance some do it with words some with a look Hoping one day to awaken to a sunrise even if it rains the sun shines beyond the clouds Somewhere somehow she went searching Who was John following where did he come from Where was he going Disguised by shame she had to find this Jesus She needed to get closer and the closer she got Closer she met his eyes his eyes knew but how His words were the key to her chains Releasing her spirit she danced again to a new song On the third day Solome and Mary Magdalene Went sadly to anoint His lifeless body Pilate washed his hands of the verdict The tomb’s door was a large rock No one man could push away what man tries to hide But the rock was moved and what was lifeless What doesn’t happen did happen He is not here He is risen…. Frank Black Blacharczyk