I followed your maps
I followed the legends
I walked your rivers,
connected your words,
and see your face.
Patti passed you your torch.
Now you pass me mine.
Written 2/26/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.
Daily Archives: Saturday, March 8, 2008
Gethsemane
I am posting this poem because Good Friday approaches. I tried to capture an image of Jesus, and what he might have been thinking and feeling in those final moments in Gethsemane before he was arrested. Presumptuous, perhaps, but I still tried.
-Nicole
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Bleed
I weep for you
And for us. All of us.
The storm rages on inside
A velvet heart,
Ripping it to pieces,
Tearing it apart.
If I could bleed outside,
I would -
But I suffice to bleed from within.
