In Blood and Pain
Easter Weekend Reflections
The devil places charges,
the darkness hurls spears;
he hates and hurts with wound and vice -
tearing flesh, finding fears.
But all the pain and blood he lets
in seeking to destroy -
they make but channels, deeper for grace
to foil the curse'd ploy.
For Love first beat the world of dark
being pierced in hands and flanks,
and loosing love in blood and pain:
glory's river, breaking dry life's banks.
When is hope the most like hope?
When given reason to despair.
When is love the most like love?
When reasons to love are rare.
The inversion awaits, reversal comes -
All of the ache, the rot, e'er rife,
In this world so old and weary now
Shall turn soon to new-made life.
About the Creator
Gabriel Huizenga
Twas for love of words that I first joined this site:
Poetry, especially, and dear short stories too;
For to live one's best is to read, and to write!
So find me in words here, and I'll find you 💙
Thanks for stopping by! :)
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I certainly hope that new life will come, Gabriel. This was powerful, and the language, elegant.