Featuring the works of Mary Hale
by Mary Hale
His heart was torn in two like stark night into morning
His clothes tattered and ragged
like the spear's sharp blade in his side
His tears shed like crimson blood upon the rocks below
His thorny crown pointed
like the edges of all the stars in His Father's Universe
His soul threading its way out of his body
like the thunderous waves of a thousand oceans
For me, I shudder to think that his death
was like my eternal life
I lay my life open like a book whose pages are sullied
with grime and all at once those pages
flutter in the wind as snowflakes fanciful and free
floating upward to meet his glorious smile as he
opens his arms and takes me in his loving embrace
Welcoming me like a long lost friend who has come home to stay.
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