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AT LAST, PEACE

Posted by jeffrey on April 3rd, 2010
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A soothing wisp of cool air
Through my hair
Softens pulsing heat and wetted cheek.

I see the wood, the cold iron
Lifted high,
Into the hole then dropping dully.

Agony alive, lurching,
Chafes the love
And rents a doubt in my breaking heart.

Not natural, no not tame
This awful shame
Laden on perfection, purity.

I wonder at the road traveled
To this time,
When through jeers and loss come joy and life.

So many generations,
No one just;
Faded truth, selfish love, siphoned light.

Even now, words of truth stand,
But, though sown,
Still grappling with thistles and thorns,

Ravens and the winds of days
Disturbing,
Few embracing the death knell of death.

I am numb, chilled and broken
By this blood,
Opened to all who desire to drink

One scarlet drop, pulled downward
Coats the dirt,
Releasing an unsettling rain.

The cleansing is beginning,
And my birth
From shadow to splendor started.

I long to be the thief, to die
And not die
Today, but instead must watch with Him.

When our eyes meet, I’m aghast
At His air;
For He longs to sate my sadness.

So many hours of learning,
And laughing,
And love’s unspoken understanding.

Days in fields, mountains, the sea;
Without sound,
His guileless gaze invaded my soul.

Never before had my days
Of doubting
Known such a friend; trust without taking.

Now bearing my burden’s ache,
Still He speaks,
The voice of the heir of eternity.

A new mother I have gained,
A sweet gift;
To fill the emptiness, she a son.

As if feeling Him touch her,
My cold hand
She grasps, clutching my faint hope with hers.

Then, like lightning behind clouds,
It has come.
Wait! my heart yearns, please not yet!

That smile, faint, briefly flickers
In His eyes,
Floods my soul perched at the precipice.

Light begins to dissipate,
Smug darkness
Moving in to vent in victory.

But death, while so ravenous,
Is restrained
For the triumphant shout of the Son.

Wheezing, bending dying flesh
To fulfill,
He utters the truth that sets me free:

“It is finished!” and I see
The splendor
Of Heaven’s song that brings, at last, peace.

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