Saturday, March 23, 2013

THAT WHICH WAS TETHERED

Tethered


Do I have to make it known 
That I have suffered?

Wearing it
Like some sixth sorrowful
Mystery

While lover’s lives like cloaks
Caress the stony ground
On which He treads
To cries of exultation

And that which was tethered
In me taut and tense

Is being untied unravelled
And undone

Because He needs to take it
On the downward slope
To hell beyond the Passion

In resolute resign and rising
To a New Jerusalem

(Image 'Tethered' from Silences Of Stone http://silencesofstone.wordpress.com/2012/03/29/pure-gospel/)

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