-Nicole
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Untold,
In my soul -
A thousand Hallelujahs.
I walk the catacombs
Where darkness roams
To find my way to the light,
Though I live at the edge of night,
Bearing torches in my heart
For the lonely
The forgotten
Begotten
Of God and Man.
Can you understand?
We live in an age
Where our page
Of history is written
To leave us smitten
With a label -
Unstable,
Wicked
Devil-worshipers -
When all we do is decorate
Our outer house
To match the feelings within.
Our Lord was not afraid of death.
Our Lord was not afraid of pain.
Our Lord was not afraid of melancholy.
So we walk in the parlor
Of the mournful,
Despite the scornful
Rejection of modern-day Pharisees,
Because we see
Our Lord Jesus
Is there
To bear
Sorrows upon his shoulders
And grief upon his back.

Written 4/15/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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-Nicole

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“Gethsemane”

I wrestle the cross out of my heart
So I can carry it on my back
For you. For all of you.
This painful extrication caused the blood
To flow from my forehead and pool
On the ground before me.
For a brief moment, I wish for
Angels, for uninhibited beauty –
But the cup sits ever before me,
Demanding that I put my lips
To it and drink deeply – the thorns,
The curses, the bitterness, and
Carry them in my belly with a
Cross tied to my back.
Peter, draw not your sword. Don’t try
To stop this all from happening.
For our greatest victory is yet to come,
A victory of ages that will surely be won
Once I wrestle this cross out of my heart
And carry it on my back.

Written 7/14/2007
© 2007 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

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