Indignity
Do you see the beauty
in the deciduous tree,
stripped
of its garments,
branches bracing the chill,
ready to embrace the spirit
of new birth?
Do you see the beauty
of emptiness,
the earthen vessel,
the clay pot,
emptied of all it once contained,
to be filled to the brim
with grace?
Do you see the cross members,
rough-hewn beams,
bound for humiliation,
tools of Roman execution,
planted on a hillside,
overlooking
the Holy City
without a trace of indignity?
copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr
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