At The Third Cross

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 24, 2011


He is the lily
enfolding me in lips
of chaste psalms
and sing-along rain.
His three fingers
transform into buds,
dipping into time
unsolved by history.
I muse again
how his one wing
provided life
for other wilting,
wanderers of the faith.
He has resurrected
the spirit of hope.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    You always have so many inspiration pieces that lighten up the soul when they read them. They are the kind of poems you need to read to replant the hope in your soul after a depressing day. Lovely imagery of Jesus here, with the three fingers reference. Reminded me of a very well known image of him that I believe we're all familiar with. Beautifully written, you are an inspiration!

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    I don't quiet understand this...but I think its beautiful..for what I could get...this poem is full of hope ...and creatively written...well done -hugs*