Crucifixion

The first time I saw Him covered in blood
it was my own, and I could silence his cries
in the warmth of my arms.
The pain then was mine alone to bear,
easily forgotten in the presence of new life,
in His presence.
.
Now all of the miracles and wonders have
come to this dark place,
this dark day,
this day of blood,
and a pain that cannot be eased
with hope of something better,
because this day will end in death.
.
My beloved!
Shamed, disfigured, disgraced–
.
There is nothing left of light but memory.
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This poem is part of a series that began with the poem “Nativity,” written a few years ago.
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The Wanderer

In the desert, show me your fire.
Call my name and draw me near.
All I want is your desire.
.
Who am I that you would require
survival through my deepest fear?
In the desert, show me your fire.
.
Take my sight to something higher
than the pain that makes my path unclear.
All I want is your desire.
.
Will the doubt that comes in the darkest hour
condemn me to wander year after year?
In the desert, show me your fire.
.
Though this life has never felt drier,
you can make me flower here.
All I want is your desire.
.
In the promised land to which I aspire,
your hand wipes away every tear.
In the desert, show me your fire.
All I want is your desire.
………………………………………….
Written as a venture into the villanelle form as featured on One Stop Poetry http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/2011/01/monday-one-stop-poetry-form-villanelle.html

A Christmas Prayer

My Redeemer,
Everlasting God, You have
Set me free!
So I will rejoice
In your coming
And praise Your
Holy Name forever. Amen.

Thanksgiving

I have walked
long, dusty roads
thirsty for truth
hungry for love
wounded from living
in dark, filthy places.
Until I was invited
to Your feast.
Now, rested
filled and
healed
I kneel in thanksgiving
and praise of You,
Yahweh Jireh.