Thursday, May 11, 2017

A Tear




A tear
falls from my cheek
to the body,
wounded,
anointed
in death.

For the father of this man
loved our sinful world
so much
that he sent his only child
into it,
as vulnerable flesh,
to die.

His tomb is sealed
by old men
struggling to leave behind
rituals
of their birth.

Lord,
help me to awaken
to your kingdom,
to be born again
not of my mother's womb,
but of your spirit.



copyright 2002 - Donald P James Jr