Walking home from school
early morning still, before
8am
past another house, walking
a birch, a sapling, drawing
my attention,
by the edge of their yard,
the sidewalk
the clear sap, large
droplets
hanging heavy from bleeding
limbs
three, maybe four,
glistening arms
crying out, for the lack of
understanding
the thoughtless cruelty,
thoughtless,
the arms pierced, broken
without care
Like the arms of Christ,
lifted up,
hanging, pierced by the
nails
the tears of pain, the blood
He shed
thoughtless children, then
as now
not knowing what they had
done
and, like the branches, new
life
even in the dying, the
giving,
renewal by the Giver of all
the Creator by His plan, by
His design
God's tears sparkling in the
morning sun
like His sweat in the
garden, Gethsemane
reminding me of Christ’s
suffering
and of our hope, eternal,
in the grace of our God
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edited July 21, 2015
Bleeding Limbs – v4
(editing original)
edited February 2, 2015
Bleeding Limbs – v3
(editing version 2 and version 1)
new February 2, 2015
winter birches
edited February 2, 2015
summer birches – v2
about Mile Marker 212 or 213
perhaps Edinburg, ME
driving in Rte 95 southbound in northern Maine
new poem July 18, 2014
summer birches
driving in Rte 95 southbound in northern Maine
edited June 30, 2014
Bleeding Limbs – v2
April 9, 2009
Bleeding Limbs
Maundy Thursday
on the way home from Pembroke Village School
Suncook United Methodist Church
Suncook, NH
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