the rescue
aloft in the deepest of nights is
a man with no beauty or majesty-
but a poet, a warrior, a healer.
a carpenter, a king.
a criminal, a saint.
He hangs there, arms spread wide,
his heart so broken that the whole world falls in.
He is nothing to them, and everything to me;
the paradox of justice and mercy,
the sound in the silence,
the life-giver,
the justifier,
the scarred,
the savior,
my God.
March 6, 2013 at 5:41 am
yes.