The child wears no shoes.
A traveling man, sandals worn thin
he sways raggedly, eyes in mourning
Grim legs have borne many knights far
(they are) come too late for their king.
Too late for his final breaths.
too late yet thousands of years remain, transfixed,
pulled by their heartstrings to their master's, to the chords he played.
by His fiber that winds the world in from the great spool of His heart, bringing to him
bringing feet and hearts tearing at the Earth pleading
Take me to Him!
Let me feel the heather where his blood will fall
tread with pain and tears His walk
let me feel his gaze, his
real
-ness and I will follow!
Follow.
Blood so thick it has dyed the angels' wings
His love strong and brilliant it turns the world
Gold
the sky,
our walls melt
He re forms life
He
is the alchemist
And a man in chains begs Please Lord, Please
(this man is me and many others)
beg without a voice for who can speak now,
beg Please, we (the thousands of years) watch him in the garden
His Clasped hands and white knuckles, his fervent eyes raging at
Pain so great He called it mercy, He calls it obedience.
Silent night, holy night
an infant rests unknowing
The sky is spun of gold, threads to eternity
and they are thick with hope
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