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
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