Today
I pierce the world’s skin
Crimson coloured fluid
Oozed from giant wounds
Our spirits
Danced in livid rage
Blood anointed scared knives
Clashed
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
