Death
Man child
Offering self
Exchanging life for love
Ransom of blood, blood moon shadows
His death
Burial
Finished
Mourn beloved
Shaken by grief-filled cries
In hollow of created earth
He lies
Resurrection
Third day
Newness dawning
Blossoming with love hewn
From death; forever lost it’s sting
He lives
In honor of the upcoming Easter weekend my poetic offering is just that, an offering.
Linking up with dVerse tonight, join us for a verse and the communion of conversation.
I look forward to exchanging a few with you, thank you for your readership and
for the comments that I hope you leave, they are of great worth. Blessings ~Apryl
