Monday, 3 December 2012

Dove

A taste of Jesus blood

for my voice

to sing

the fall of rose petals,

softly landing

to seal his wounds.

I wore dove white

like the petals,

though at a touch

they are blushed

with his pain.

I came as a nurse maid

with pearly lullaby

of hope,

my mouth a sweet cup

of his tears.

And leave promising

a kiss

seven days long,

'till you find me

in home I found

I will wait

for your battle dress

to be torn and abandoned.

My memory of him

is young,

so in trust

I fly to you

man by a cross

with love, my song

and life

for you

who holds

the thorn

to pierce my heart.


 

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