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Passion's Play D E F V A O T L I so do H E beseech and E B cry o! ; why R, am I the manna - teach what? A repeated message AM in I! Shoulders overlapped on timbered oak dry, wearied by dusk and twilight’s sweet mourning, purple stained palms dripping dampered dawning, witness, I, to Holy obedience; sublimated by natural cadence, metered deftly by Divine assembly, orchestrated so high note is trembly. Drawn to others, gelatinous my G@d soul, reflective of Above’s diamond/coal, crushed by suffering unneccessary, where Man’s suffering blights humanity by indifference to living matters. Dear God, my God, why this that so batters spirit that but the noble survive? “My son, My son, I suffer not alive while high in repose so worry do I, and tearful are the angels as they cry for every feeling being dated like Man because of such passion painted in tan.” |
Additional Notes:
The poem begins with the "halo" beseeching, "BELOVED FATHER", then reads down and across as written, with Christ's lettered face reading, "I so do beseech and cry, O!; why am I the manna - teach what? A repeated message AM in I! This was written in 2002.
Bibby T.
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2004-03-12 18:21:52
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.70000
As always you have created a masterpiece and it is well accepted by this critiquer....the passion of our Lord......I was driving home one night a few years back when I had to pull over as the Lord was not only sending me words He brought to life His passion.....I was there with Him as He walked that walk. carried that cross, fell on His knees and died on that cross so we could all live again............It was over poweing as this is my friend........I thank you for posting, sharing your God given talent and emotions with us as well......it takes courage to continue doing what youa re doing......travel on.....be safe and God Bless, Claire