August 11, 2008

Torn Curtain

Torn Curtain

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!


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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I appreciate your posting the poem "Torn Curtain." God bless you.
John Frye
www.jesustheradicalpastor.com