My Son
Torn from His bones,
Dusted from piece to piece
Dirty corpse
Blown into the dust
Trampled upon like a skull
My mercy groweth
Like a vine stretching thin
Thorns looming upon my thigh
Black blood
Sucks to the edge
My hunger throbs
Tears wail
Screeching for their cheek
Nails slide through the stripes
Am I here?
My breadth is in the above
Loosening my grip on the breath
Great soul
Why do you whimper?
My blood shares in its joy
Love has no turnaround-
Lash after lash it retains,
Perfectly heaped in its pain
Rejoice blade!
Slaughter peacefully, pain-
Cease not my grace
The line in the neck
Rigged breath
Warmth, settle in my place
Abound-
Dead breath!
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
