Monday, July 05, 2010


A little poem that came out of thinking about the disciples in the 'upper room' when Jesus appeared to them.

Brothers share a lonely meal.
Someone greatly loved is lost.
Passion spent, uncertainty
creeps upon this broken host
as they begin to question all
they saw and heard and came to know.
Could all that held their heart enthralled
have betrayed hearts that loved him so?
Yet even as their shining hearts
begin to tarnish with despair,
a searing ray breaks through the dark
as he was suddenly standing there.
And he, who their hearts had sorely missed
raise open hands to greet his own
and scars, that speak of love's pure kiss,
wandering doubters brought back home.

TheWeeScottie---------------------------------------------------------------weird is just your own personal brand of normal

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