The End of a New Beginning

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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

Date: 12/22/2011 1:05:00 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

Date: 12/21/2011 6:56:00 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
Date: 12/21/2011 6:57:00 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

Date: 12/17/2011 3:14:00 PM

great pen john.

Debbie Guzzi

Date: 12/17/2011 1:17:00 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

Date: 12/17/2011 11:19:00 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

Date: 12/16/2011 3:27:00 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.