A/N: Confession: I am very behind on writing posts. I have about four or five that I have started and just haven't finished. It's sort of awful. So, here's a poem a started a month ago. I experimented with form a bit, and I am not completely satisfied. I will probably futz with it again sometime.
Oh! Also, my writing blog has a 1,000 hits. It's a cause for celebration. :) Thanks, people.
The author whispers a prayer,
In midnight air,
To say thank you.
You gave her life and set her free,
The first with a breath; the second with a tree.
Simple words and a simple rhyme
But that won’t stop her this time.
For simple words do not bear a lie.
There is only truth in the simpleness,
Without You, she would not be blameless.
This author sighs, and then she cries
Because there is no way to deny
The vivid constructs of her imagination.
For the pain in the images brought to mind
Require more strength than she can find.
And a cry escapes these gnawed lips
As the leather tips of a whip
Crack through the air
And scour, blood, shred, and shore
The back of the one who bore
The weight of sin for the ages,
Not even broken into stages,
But all the weight and all the pain.
All at once, and once for all
For every evil caused by the Fall.
This author tries not to dwell on the pain
But those words are already written in vain
...The image too fierce, the cries too shrill...
Because such a deed had been done
Not just for select few, but for everyone.
The power of such an act should be
Enough for everyone to see
The force of Your love.
An act displayed for the world to atone
Done of and by Yourself, three in one.
But not the end of the tale
Because You died and tore the veil.
You are alive.
And because You rose in glory
It is but a start of The Story
So I whisper a prayer,
In midnight air
To say thank you.
