Somber, silent, sacredly, She ventured to the tomb; Fearful, fragile, fretfully, Her mind replayed the doom. Beaten, stricken, spat upon, How could this be her LORD? Hands that once had made her whole, Now bound by one small cord?
As we prepare to celebrate Jesus’ resurrection, it’s impossible to do so without first going to the cross. I find the cross is an anomaly which epitomizes the “Law of Opposites” and, as such, will have a chapter unto itself. But, until then, perhaps this poem will give you a little insight about the opposing […]
Torn Things “And behold, the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.” Matthew 27:51a As Easter approaches, my mind goes to the events that led up to that first Easter and inevitably, my mind travels to, and lingers […]