FREE VERSE.............
Craig Tigerman, US
 

 

Troubled Child

And you, my little one, I'd gladly hold
Against the world's Iscariots, lies told,
Betraying you for silver while you pray,
And unto demons dragging you away.

So you, my broken one, on Friday's cross
Hang tortured and derided, counted loss;
The darkness, lightning, blood and Roman spears
Engulf you till your last breath disappears.

Then you, my precious one, with three days past,
Shall rise above the rotting tombs at last
And we shall dance, rejoice with tear-bright eyes,
Reflections of a love that never dies.

Three Wishes

To live this dream is all my grace
As I stare out across the years,
Come back to me, a time and place
Devoid of disembodied fears.

Now cast your gaze, seraphic face,
A pledge of heart, a touch of hand,
My homeless longing you'll erase,
In silence help me understand:

Keep memory, my soul, not pain
Nor chill, nor sword, nor stones to throw;
Entombed, and yet you live again,
Remember love from long ago,

And in so doing, gently blest,
Know joy before eternal rest.

Near The End   

It must be near the end now—
Something from somewhere is sending
Sure signals, early warnings, how
The final moments, heart-rending,

Are borning, doubtless about to be.
For soon what began so long ago,
Or so it seems a distant memory,
A dream burning slowly, must needs show

Itself no longer song of youth;
And turning holy tune to mournful lay,
Time leaves us dirging, purged by truth,
Discerning dimly how we got this way.

 

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