The outstretched arms of Love

There were no clouds when I set off; none.
Clear skies and sunshine,
Hope and songs of praise,
Fields of daffodils and tulips,
posies and forget-me-nots,
Chariots of fire.

But the Darkness I blamed You for fell
And for hours the sky turned black,
the wind blew dust into my eyes
the waves disobeyed the horizon
and spilled their showers mightily
over the untrodden path through beeches
that I could just about make out.
Feet sinking in the mud
I began to regret leaving the boat.

Lamma Sabach Thani

“look up” You said.
And at the foot of the first tree
I saw the streak of blood
still trickling down.
Up from my muddy hands I saw soiled feet
scarred marathon worn calves
lines from the leather straps.
Buckling knees and exposed hamstrings.

Dice in my hands.

Scars that aren’t healing
a dying life without end
and outstretched arms of love
under whose tension the slumped crown
drops tears, seals of my salvation,
down onto my brow.

‘behold I make all things new’

Hope and songs of praise,
Fields of daffodils and tulips,
posies and forget-me-nots,
Chariots of fire.

© Denis Adide 2013


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