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”.
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!