Thursday, March 12, 2009

In the searing heat
and the ancient, arid dust

he is birthed
he is raised
and he sees

the heavy burden
the utter oppression
and the desperate poverty
his people daily endure

and he knows
in the most elemental facet
of his being

that he has come
to save them

no matter the cost

to himself.

2 comments:

Linda S. Socha said...

This is incredibly vivid and moving
Linda

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Thanks, Linda. I've been wanting to write a poem with this imagery for a long time.

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