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 https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author