Monday, June 30, 2014

Bleeding Limbs – v2

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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