by
John Frye
The sword cuts a deep gash in bloody flesh,
The holy curtain from top to bottom
on the Temple mount
rips, separates.
Two temples purposely damaged,
A Roman cross and the Holy of Holies change places
as God startles the planet.
Last deep breath of the Nazareth teacher
from a criminal’s planks
breathes life to the world.
A seasoned soldier, wearied by death,
sees, hears a human’s cry like no other,
declaring on the spot his disloyalty
to Caesar.
What a dangerous world with God roaming free!
1 comment:
I appreciate your posting the poem "Torn Curtain." God bless you.
John Frye
www.jesustheradicalpastor.com
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