Poems. Prayers & Promises

Friday, 11 April 2014

Fire and Air

I pierce the world’s skin
Crimson coloured fluid
Oozed from giant wounds
Our spirits
Danced in livid rage
Blood anointed scared knives
Our skin is icy
Violet crystal within the veil
The wound
The silence
The wretchedness
The desolation
In the place of death
At the heart of legend
I will say nothing
As voices fail
And grace is shared
And come to live with us.

(Today, if you will hear His voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion) – Hebrews 3:15


  1. So powerful as we enter in Holy Week.

  2. grace, i hope it breaks like an egg
    all messy and running over all...

    happy easter week alan

  3. pretty nice blog, following :)

  4. pretty nice blog, following :)

  5. Violet crystal within the veil

    I found this line to be very telling...full of hidden mysteries.


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