11th Oct 2019
It is day 11 of the OctPoWrimMo 2019 challenge.
Here is my contribution:
Silence
. Life -dark -red
Drips
from gaping wounds,
Drips
from skin-slashed and torn,
Drips
from forehead pierced with thorns.
Bent ,
unable to stand upright,
Bent,
struggling for breath.
Yet,
with peace,
Peace,
beyond all knowing.
He, is silent,
Silent
How beautifully you have expressed the Savior's truth!
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DeleteThank you Sunita.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment, Angela.
DeleteVery powerful poem about a very powerful story!
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Powerful words.
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DeleteSo true, Truth stayed silent and it echoes through the ages.
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