HE LIVES

"O Lord"

Cries my soul!

Merciless priests,

Jealousy flows

Through steely veins…

Wicked tongues betray

Son of Man.

Disciples scatter…

Shameful cowards!

Rooster crows thrice,

As He predicted…

Messiah is denied.

“Are you King of kings?”

The Roman inquires…

“I am as you say!”

 Righteous lips proclaim!

“Crucify him, crucify him!”

Shout the instigators…

“Blasphemy he speaks,

He must die!”

Shards of torture

Bound with leather…

Ripping flesh,

Burning bleeding…

39 lashes,

As was Jewish law.

Scorned and mocked,

Beaten and spattered…

Crown of thorns

Imbedded with spite.

Simon of Cyrene

Carried His cross,

Begrudgingly

To Golgotha,

Place of skulls.

Cruelly nailed,

Wrists and ankles…

6 hours slowly He suffers,

With shallow breath

He spoke,

"Anun Mithaleq"

“It is finished”

HE LIVES!

©Leatherman 2014

Absence of God

Depression torments his dimming soul,

Dousing the faint flame within…

Mutely meeting another day,

Painfully, he musters an artificial grin.

Finding no joy in the bright blue sky,

Simply too numb to care…

Going through motions in somber dismay,

Would anyone notice if he wasn’t there?

Searching for solace in earthly form,

Desolation entwines his shell…

Never quite finding his spirit’s desire,

Absence of God makes his life Hell.

Covering faded scars of suicide failure

 With long sleeve shirts…

Nothing sounds quite as peaceful to him

Than spending eternity covered in dirt.

Thinking only to end his hidden pain,

Loved ones not crossing his mind…

 Blasé was he with his deliberate demise,

Bequeathing darkest despair into their lives.

©Leatherman 2014

Depression is real and I believe the further we are from God, the more likely we are to follow a path of self destruction. B.L.

Shiny Thing

I pray O Lord to be close to You,

Worshipping You the whole day through!

And if You answer this one prayer,

You’ll find none more faithful…..

Oh LOOK, what’s that shiny thing

That caught my eye?

Catch You later Lord,

I have to fly!

© Leatherman 2014

Thief (Cancer)

Thief of joy,

Thief of laughter,

All that you touch

Renders likely disaster…

Weakness you bring

To once strong beings,

Ruthlessly stealing their

Hopes and unfinished dreams…

Brazenly raising your ugly head

Where you’re least expected,

Once gleeful spirits

Now feeling justly dejected…

Devastating lives of both,

Young and old,

Ravaging minds and bodies,

But you can’t destroy the soul…

For if the battle with you

Ends in their defeat,

They shall soar with the angels

And land at God’s feet!

©Leatherman 2014

For Wanda Hartman

My friend