John Freeman Poet Free verse

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The End of a New Beginning

my Lord beaten profusely about the head and shoulders each
blow more devastating than its predecessor until 
thine eyes rendered nystagmus.

the strain of the world’s sin sowed predominately thy 
soul in sorrow in the physical strain of the torture of 
thy darkest hour.    

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Joe Maverick December 22, 2011 at 1:05 PM just thought i'd check out this reads much as i'd expected from the title John, it is so hard to understand the many mysteries of God..) simple faith is best at the first,, and also the last..!

Black Eyed Susan December 21, 2011 at 6:56 PM oh this poem is not about looking at thongs at all! but it is good, in a heartbreaking way. poor Jesus - a dark hour indeed. Black Eyed Susan December 21, 2011 at 6:57 PM hope you're not offended that i misinterpreted your title! i was just reading p.d.'s liquid poem, so my mind was in the gutter.

Lisa Cooper December 17, 2011 at 3:14 PM great pen john.

Debbie Guzzi December 17, 2011 at 1:17 PM maybe a foot note would help John with the definitions of [nystagnus] Soup mail! Thanks for all your good works throughout the year. Happy Holy Days Light & Love

Carolyn Devonshire December 17, 2011 at 11:19 AM His death on the cross was indeed the darkest hour, John, but His resurrection was the most joyful occasion. I hate to think of the way Christ was tortured, but He never gave in to His tormenters. Such a moving verse. The pain is overwhelming, but this was His mission to save mankind. Love, Carolyn

Broken Butterfly December 16, 2011 at 3:27 PM This poem is so profound and deep. I really like it John. I love your layout also. Thank you for my first place in your Retread What You's Said Contest.