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
Note: The above poem appears in my new book, "Behold the Lamb...poetically!" Elm Hill Press. The book is available at Amazon & Barnes & Noble. For more information click on http://maudecarolanpych.com
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