Mother hold me between
light and darkness
against your thundering
heart,
my ear above the deep well
of your breast,
Will you sigh with
me and will you cry
for me
spread the sky for me
to cover me
over.
Take away the sins
of the world,
Erase the cancer of
experience.
Roll the hard stones and
broken glass
of it all in tumbling
swells, until
it becomes sand again
I will disappear (thank you)
will be unraveled by your tears (blessing)
my ashes
under the stars
dissolved by your love.
Categories:
pieta, beauty, courage,
Form: Free verse
Gathered, to mourn in one deathless hour
Fragile, a test to faith's consummate power
Grief, which is stone cast, among five stricken faces
Softened by reverence, and mute, anguished traces
Weightless in her arms, but heavy for the eyes
Devotion anchors deep, painting tears that will not dry
Each pulse that pounds, each gasp one takes,
will rise, then, with awe, as the brush strokes create......
Lost, the desperate world, which honed new beginnings
Shattered, by the cost, as their world had stop spinning
The few souls, who cradle, unable to speak
would renew from a tomb, He would defy and retreat
For those who altered history, Sofonisba paints with eye and ear
Will they stutter, will they falter, or still deny that He appeared?
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Submitted for Cyndi's Contest: A Painting....Sofonisba Anguissola, Pieta
Categories:
pieta, art, religious,
Form: Sonnet
Sitting on the floor with a bundle
in her hands, cannot let go.
Experienced before in a cradle
but then with joy and glow
With an aching heart she holds
on to him, praying an eye will
open for one last look, she prays,
in her heart it will be a thrill
The sorrow felt in her heart
cannot so easily be calmed.
Gazing at His face so sweet
But now sleeping and cold
With caution she mourns, there will be gain
of the promise that they will meet again
Painting’s title: PIETA
The sorrow felt by the Virgin Mary at the death of her son Jesus
Categories:
pieta, sorrow,
Form: Sonnet
They took Him down from the cross,
Joseph,both Mary's,mourned their loss,
From any angle,it was 'finished'-
In dead marble,the moment preserved,
Yet by living power,in Him, we're cured.
Inspired by Raul's photos of the Deposition
Categories:
pieta, art, faith, life
Form: Ekphrasis