Matthew 21:2-7
King James Version
2 Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me.
Reread the passage. A man who had never ridden and a colt that had never been ridden.
he tied the donkey
unridden colt, they waited....
a man rode the colt
Categories:
unridden, faith,
Form: Senryu
You said you were cured
What sickness doth ail you?
I thought we were friends
So what wall did you break through?
We chat so infrequently
Your condition is hidden
Like you locked away feelings
Like a wild horse unridden
You said you were cured
If it's true I'm all for it
I just wanted the best
If it hurts don't ignore it
I wonder if somewhere
I neglected to say this
As we journeyed so briefly
As a friend was I remiss?
You said you were cured
Of this thing unrecounted
Of this heaviest burden
From your shoulders, unmounted
I pray for you; healing
And love and a wholeness
I'm sorry it's late
I'm regretful for slowness
I pray for you; respite
And a peace unrelenting
That the kindness of others
Overwhelms while presenting
You said you were cured
I don't want to believe it
If the medicine's love
There's still time to receive it
Categories:
unridden, best friend, care, christian,
Form: Rhyme
Unbroken unridden
Unseen unforbidden
Unbridled running free
Unwitnessed through the trees >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Unknown but unto thee
Unequaled in romance
Unambiguous lance
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Categories:
unridden, allusion, fantasy, myth,
Form: Verse
As the spring sun rises
Revealing wispy clouds
Fog that's settled in hollows
Roosters crow, doves' coo proud
With Easter approaching
Thoughts of thousands years
Ago bubble up in
Memory, some tears flow
A triumphant entry
Upon a donkey new
He had never ridden one
The donkey unridden too
Was it a day like this
Apricot sun in the east
Or were there gray clouds
Did the sheep softly bleat?
The throngs worshipped with
Hosannas, in the name
Of the Lord, but did not
Know he'd be blamed
Blasphemy, blasphemy
Those accusers cried
They could not see
The Son or even tried
They could not see ahead
The future hidden deep
They did not know the cross
Awaited nor of its defeat
But only a short brush with death
Placed in a borrow tomb
On that Sunday long ago
He arose, He can't be exhumed
Categories:
unridden, faith,
Form: Rhyme