A-Poem-a-Day Until Resurrection Day
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BEAUTIFUL
It’s not a pretty sight -
It’s beautiful.
Crimson streaming
From His crown
Hands,
Side,
Feet,
Onto my head,
Flowing down my face,
Over my body,
Covering my feet,
Making me whiter than snow.
It’s not a pretty sight -
It’s beautiful.
It’s agony.
He calls for His Father,
Writhes, gasps, thirsts.
Oh, the weighty burden
Of sin upon the Sinless One,
The world’s,
Mine,
Yours.
Agony,
Ushering the covenant of salvation -
The world’s,
Mine,
Yours.
It’s not a pretty sight -
It’s beautiful.
It is finished.
They take Him down
From the good and terrible Cross.
Hastily,
They place Him in the tomb.
Securely,
They seal the rolling stone.
They guard His grave
In awesome,
Tremulous,
Expectant
Stillness.
It’s not a pretty sight -
It’s beautiful.
His Body, gone.
Gone! With power
In one resplendent moment -
Seal unsealed,
Stone rolled,
Earth jolted on its axis.
Angels appear, hallowing -
Alleluia! Alleluia!
He is Risen!
We live
Because He lives.
Oh! He is beautiful.
Beautiful.
Maude Carolan
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