Saturday, April 3, 2010

Christ in blanc not black

Christ in blanc not black
Faces bare not ridd'n
Do you grieve O absent God?
From,
Your children hidd'n.

Christ deprived of colour
Ruby red below
Do you hear O deaf-mute Saviour?
Warmly,
Just a fellow.

Christ pinned up---a portrait
Licked with violet envy
Do you k(no)w wrong O crime lit Son?
Truly,
Yours laid empty.

Christ came down a tumblin'
Thrown from heav'n with care
Go back home O first born Brother
Love,
Your transit fare.

2 comments:

  1. Welcome back, umbrella feet.

    This is lovely. Really.

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  2. Wow I really like that. I love the play on "k(no)w."

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