Disclaimer: What I write is not the word of God, but rather a written response to His word. 2 Timothy 3:16 "All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness…" (NIV). It is my desire to use His word as such.

Scripture: 1 Peter 2:23-24


THE BIRTH

A lone star fights

the sun forsaken sky's canopy,

shakes its silver mane,

scatters cosmic dust.

Shrill wails chime the babe's arrival,

fists pound the first mouthful gasps

of air, mother's pangs fall on the dust

covered dirt floor, a rose, she blooms

full, empty of water and babe,

opens her face, sees the infant wrapped,

and fades to sleep.

THE DEATH

Cloud empty sun-spurned sky

wrapped in clothes of gray

gathers 'round the mob,

waits,

watches.

A dark shadow lurks,

engulfs its prey –

a lone sin-heavy man, hung

on a blood engraved cross –

He grasps at air with labored lungs,

rusted ribs protrude His naked flesh,

whipped raw. Cracked lips beseech One unseen.

In slips Death,

Light bleeds, water weeps,

Death claims its prize, grins,

reigns a moment.

THE VICTORY

Clouds flower the orange pre-dawn sky,

rich lavender perfumes the entrance,

now bare of the boulder,

Light steps forth, grapples with and

overcomes the shadow of Death,

throws off the chains that once laid claim.

New breath floods black, lifeless lungs.

Dethroned, Death steps back.

The tomb –

barren:

He is risen.


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