Thursday 23 October 2014


The Cross is upon me
This Epiphany

Myrrh for death and burial
I have no other gift

Knees that must fall down
To worship

This birth, this child, this life

The collision
Has always been there
But we prefer not to notice
Leaving the dealing
For another time

I was praying the crucifixion
On a hard day
When all my effort
Had lost meaning

The futile taste
Of bile rising up

The little child of God
Not yet familiar with words
Came to speak

Annunciation to the crucified
Birth to the dying
Beginning to the ending
Hope for the hopeless

There are possibilities
In everything  

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