They pushed the cross over and his body banged the earth, His eyes wide staring, blood dried and his mouth of love set in rictus like a scream as he gasped for one more breath, his skin the colour of mahogany, peeled and a burned by —————– the sun which touched him, naked and humiliated… Continue reading The Black Messiah
Category: Christian poetry
The Prayer of Good Friday
Was it the cross that wounded his soul? As it tore at his every breath, or the nails as they tore into flesh, and thorns that shocked his skull, even the lashes gouging out his flesh, was their terror his true torment? Or ———————- was it in the garden, where he made a choice?… Continue reading The Prayer of Good Friday
The Nativity
She bent over in agony and rage, the pain in her belly burrowing into her head and heart, her soul, while the farting animals watched. ———————- Her stolen insides were hardening as she fought with her body to bring to the light a boy that would one day fight with his own ——————— high on… Continue reading The Nativity
Prophesy!
It isn’t hard to prophesy doom and galloping gloom from an easy chair or a prison cell, when we delight in digging into trenches of opinions and weigh in with bombs, while profits are purloined and people pushed to the precipices. ———————————– ‘It will all end in tears,’ trivially trips off tongues, and falls on… Continue reading Prophesy!
Weeping Angels
The dust baked blood caked, form flew into a space beneath the breeze, black, blocks; and laying her sweet head she stilled in death. ——————————- The bombs blown, rained, down and little mites murdered dying amidst dust, and and not one to note their passing, from life. ———————— A child’s shrill cry filled a ransacked… Continue reading Weeping Angels