this morning soft and tenderly
writes dawn in joyous tears
while birdsong chimes in drizzling chant:
He is near
He is here
...
Our Sun!
this Light
of sorrowful memory
sculpts Dawn behind clouds blind
when hearts are crossed in Love's implant:
His thunder
without
sound
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Author notes
What a Good Friday: He died for us to be alive forever ... And his Love is thunder without sound ....
I was busy writing this poem, when Chris came online and told me about a hail storm there in Amsterdam, with "thunder without sound" ... IMMEDIATELY I knew this was the last lines and the title of this poem.
When I added those last three lines, and centered the poem, it sculpted itself into a dove flying up the Cross ... For me that was a token of the Holy Spirit in us all -- our very BREATH.
ART: GOLD CROWN OF THORNS -- EWTN Religious Catalogue
"The crown of thorns is a visual reminder of the supreme sacrifice that Jesus, the Son of God, made for the salvation of mankind. This crown is crafted from an actual plant grown in the Holy Land with a gold finish. It measures approximately 6" in diameter and comes with a certificate of authenticity from the Holy Land."
(Ironically, as BB pointed out ...)
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thunder without sound
what a wonderful
wonderful image..
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sad image - happy poem
the irony is (why it has to be always an irony?)
each crown of thorns is authentic
but not trade mark
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The real Crown ...
is lustrified by Light ... Now pain is a mere reminder that God is Here and Beyond ... -
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exactly
needs not an authenticity certificate -
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true
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This is pure beauty in poetry. I love the poem but when I read the notes I smiled. Isn't it wonderful how poetry is gifted to us in the most amazing ways?
Love,
Amera
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This poem is beautiful, and reminds me of the power which can shake me awake without a sound. It is important to mark this sorrowful anniversary, for the great joy which comes in a few days. Thank you Myra, and many blessings to you.
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absolutely gorgeous write. you are so very talented and you touch so many with your inspiring writes. thank you for your blessings and reminders of where we come from. very inspiring.
many blessings *stomps
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With these words
I shall walk steps
into His presence, and
together with others
hear His 'soundless thunder'
and know
that forever
I am alive.
A wonderful write with much reverence. God bless. Frans
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The battle has been won. Sound can perhaps be muted, but Light cannot be trapped. Ack,
Chris
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