Only another thorn: “Away with
This man!”
One quickly-fading leaf
From a dry tree: “I find no fault
In this man.”
But, in the rocks, a miracle -
One perfect bloom: “Have nothing to do with
That righteous man”.
Or from a dying thorn-tree
One tender flower: “This man
Has done nothing amiss.”
A stark tree puts out
One bud - “This man
Was just!”.
It blossoms:
“Truly this man
Was Son of God”.
A plethora of colour
Burgeons - “God has made this Jesus
Both Lord and Christ”.
Scenes in Midlothian
Thank for this poëzie. And the nice photos.
ReplyDeleteOh, the passion in your words moved me so deeply, David. I so revel in your reflections, my friend.
ReplyDeleteBlessings!