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.

Scarlet Robe Creations