The Shining
THREE of
them, Profiled against the bruised sky. Deformed, misused trees Burdened with a trilogy of lives Hanging like broken, discarded dolls. And the load was lightening Moment by moment.
......Soon there would be nothing left But the blood stains, The clinging central memories, And the rough-hewn symbol Of an empty cross.
......For three days despair dripped down From the rain bleeding skies And soaked into the perplexed hearts Of eleven aching men and others.
......Then the Word shone brilliantly Burning away the mists As the warm reality of His promise Began to soothe their troubled hearts.
......The tomb was empty. Memories became again an encounter With reality as He came among them.
......Three of them On the road to Emmaus Profiled against the diminishing horizon. Two with hearts aflame in anticipation, And One, resurrected, that caused these Blind to surely see, and the eleven To multiply the truth Of Christ in us, Alive!
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