March 1, 2013
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Fine earth-dusts
Beneath a stone upturned
By the clattering
Mob-pourings after centurions
On the mocking-run to Golgotha
They drive a poor shrunk Man heaving a Cross
Bright honor they do to One
Who gave them alms from heaven...?
Bread from stone...?
Life...?
See them all for their total pale shadows-grey eye
Each surly ash etched deep in monotonic dullness
Yet slowly slowly now
Out of the loveliness of death's oncoming shade
Deep deep within Exquisite Quiet
Where Temple bleeds out thorn
And Hands and Feet shed iron studs
The Agony whispers in the sad and delicate air
"Forgive"
See Perfection and Futility
As Twin Agonies inseperable as earth-dusts
Lying beneath an upturned stone
High on the mocking-run
Powders
Blowing time out of mind
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Upon which the mind is nourished
Comments (6)
Amazing as always.
Haunting. Lent does tend to bring out the introspection and all the reality of the way of the cross...
Thank you. Daughter Val said it well.
Timeless Peter. The power of forgiveness is empowering. It's usurps human nature and crowns glory of a greater good for sure. My mind is now a scrambled egg. Thank you!!
@Seranish_Shores - Thank you... I would like to recommend a friend's blog... "Oneday 9"... I think he's is one of the finest "stream of conciousness " contributors on Xanga... His latest, "Roswell" is remarkable... Hope you agree...
@murisopsis - Thank you and please read my note to Seranish... His work is so original and truly amazing...
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