Remember the sufferings of Christ, the storms that were weathered… the crown that came from those sufferings which gave new radiance to the faith… All saints give testimony to the truth that without real effort, no one ever wins the crown.
Thomas Becket
Thomas Becket
(a blooming dogwood / Julie Cook / 2014)
Dogwoods blooming turn skyward,
tinged by the rust of nails.
A thousand tiny crowns lifting to the Heavens
While the echoes of sorrow linger in the wind
Three hours, three days, three cackles of the cock
The lamb is lead to slaughter
A noose tightens as a sponge offers up bitter gall
Life and death begin a precarious slow dance
As every soul hangs in the balance between loss and hope
Arms extend upward bearing fingers stiff with pain as a head falls forward
Blood and water flow into one when the spear pierces the innocent
Assent and decent…
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Natalie,dear 🙂 No wonder you reblogged it ; it’s absolutely heavenly !!!
I also liked the way ” the English teacher ” did her duty … Correction on the spot …
Have a peaceful weekend , Doda xxx ♥
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It was lovely, wasn’t it?! Hey, what’s an English teacher friend for if not to help out? You have a great and peace-filled weekend too, Doda. Hugs, N 🙂
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A stunning portrayal of the unscrolling of our Deliverer’s deliverance gifted to all who receive His free gift of salvation.
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Yes, Julie did a great job with her portrayal. I’m glad you enjoyed her poem. Blessings, Liana. N 🙂
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