Veils
March 19, 2008 at 8:40 pm (poetry)
They sit alone,
in silver silence gleaming
through the thin, white shroud
that covers them with gentle folds.
Within them wait the wafers and the wine,
a symbol lingering through the years
to make a memory come alive.
He lay alone,
in shadowed silence resting
‘neath the thick, pale wrap
that bound Him up, His body dead.
But then within, the man began to stir,
returning through the door of death
to prove the power of our God.
I stand alone,
in spellbound silence wondering
at the thin, dim veil
that keeps Him from my seeking eyes.
Beyond, with arms outstretched, He beckons me
to rise above this wordly wall
and let my soul commune with His.
coldfire said,
March 20, 2008 at 1:15 am
great post.
I really enjoyed it.
Brittian Bullock said,
March 31, 2008 at 11:57 am
Denise,
what a wonderful expression. Truly stirring…the art of words and poetry is such an incredible vehicle for God’s Good dream (his Kingdom). Thanks for sharing it.
Anyhow…my name is Brittian Bullock (to introduce myself) and I blog over at http://www.sensualjesus.wordpress.com and work for theOoze.com. Anyhow…I ran across your stuff and liked what I saw (especially the NO CELL PHONE policy!!! How cool–I wish I had the guts to ditch mine).
Thanks again, nice to meet you.
Margaret Catherine said,
May 7, 2008 at 3:47 pm
Denise - This was a wonderful poem. Do I have permission to report it over at my blog, with accreditation of course? Please e-mail me and let me know - thank you, in either case!