Thursday, April 5, 2018

Service


I have accepted from the high priest
The bowl of Hemlock
And drank every drop
in pledge of service to thee beloved.

You have taken me off the Cross,
I felt the nails pulled from my hands and feet,
The rough hewn wood scraping my back
as I slid down.

Yet how much longer beloved
Must I wait
Until they embrace consumes me
In Love!


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