Carry His Cross
Every step’s a struggle. Each breath’s a pain
to draw in through cracked and bleeding lips pursed,
catch that drop of sweat rolling down the plane
of his face. He must go, ‘fore his heart bursts
from the burden he carries, the cross bearing
down on his shoulders with each step, each new sin
heaped upon the rest. Each fall is tearing
at his soul but he doesn’t despair, in
his last hours of agony, he knows
that his fate’s one with those who’ve gone before.
This crucifixion is not just his own,
its an echo of one long past who bore
the sins of all on his head, and he gets up,
he goes on, ’cause his Lord’s called him to go up.
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you have many brilliant sonnets… all of them r more or less awesome! kudos!
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Thank you!
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Gratitude();
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😀
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A truly dark side albeit with a thread of hope running through it…
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It was getting a little too dark for me and all my writing tends towards the hopeful. I can’t help it. 🙂
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Nothing wrong with hope!!
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Oh good, I thought maybe I missed the aim of the dark side. 🙂
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There are no hard and fast rules on the ‘dark side’ 😉
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🙂
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beautiful
amazing
real
shaking
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Thank you 🙂
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This tugs at my heart.
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Thank you 🙂
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