Destruction

 

She bent over the bare page

and remembered the scenes

on the news and groaned

How to put into words

the horror and human degradation?

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As someone thinks it’s a right

thing to snatch away lives,

break bodies like shells

and dreams and smash 

and crush into fragmentation.

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She saw the bloodied floor

a cross high on a wall,

one bloodied corpse striving

to slip its nails and be 

present in the vile confusion.

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Resurrection

It was like an earthquake when it happened;

his soul dropping into the flayed flesh

with a thump.

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He lay shocked by the immanence of the bloodied corpse

the frigid flesh and the cold of the darkling tomb.

He fought to move fingers

and lifted his head, scarred by thorns

and saw the fissures and flaws

created by sword and whip 

and nails and strangulation.

—————–

A beating blood pulsing heart;  

a breath filled breast and

each beat battering his pain filled 

feeble frame.

——————

He felt the stirring of the breeze

through the open doorway, ruffling

his hair and warming his strength, sapped

muscles and stiffened scars which

crack open as he crawls on all fours 

to the wall where he pulled

himself to his nail holed feet.

——————–

The stone wall shifted under his hands 

but angels assisted,

while he shuffled his feet and a

groan echoed the grave.

———————-

Leaving the hallowed space

heaving his body across

the blinded garden, he moved more

freely each step of his naked self.

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He leaned against the hand worn

wood; opened the door and took from 

a hook a handyman’s robe,

and wore its wealth of

hard work and harvests.

——————–

The light grew as if from him.

——————–

Resting for a moment he thought

to pray, but hurrying footsteps

raised his head

as his women exclaimed,

dropped their baskets and bolted,

panicked by an angel’s words.

———————

He knew he could trust her as she

returned to the stones.   Peter and 

John running ahead of her

and then, leaving her to weep alone,

as they rushed off to ratify her report.

———————–

He rose, unsteady still,

slowly strolled over to her,

watched her stoop into the grave

twisting around as she heard his gait.

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He looked at her and spoke his first words

‘Woman, Why are you weeping?’

Faithful Mary, asking 

for his body back with tears

 strewn on a grief shadowed face.

———————–

This was the moment, for which angels 

waited with wondering eyes,

bowed knees to the one who overcame.

——————

His body and soul united uttered ‘Mary.” 

His love filled voice opened her eyes.

“Teacher!’ 

she reaching, he stepped back

from human embracing 

til he would be in union again.

He longed to hug and hold 

but knew resurrection was 

not something for possession

but for giving gratefully

and speaking release to his leader

said ,

 “Go,

and

tell.’

The Bee Loud Glade of death

The yellow striped torso caught the sun,

revealing the trembling tiny hairs

and fragile filigree wings working

with God to nurture nature and so

—-

the bee flew over the fence to

the fragile flowers opening to the sun, 

and heard the happy buzzing of harvest;

as the sipped sweetness of stamens and 

—-

packed pollen baskets ensuring survival. 

and banded bodies caked with yellow dust

feasted on people poisoned plants, and

—-

Struggling back to a busy, booming base

grew the honeycomb for the winter’s food.

The six-sided cells filled with sweetness,

Bursting with new life, delighting  

the dancing queen. Til,

—–

everyone of them sickened and died. 

Mary is for real.

What was that?’ Mary asked 

sharply. ‘You thought he would 

be with the little ones and the women?

when now he is a man

to be numbered amongst men!’ 

——————————–

Tears on her lashes, Mary’s anger

spilled over to the one who

had given her this precious 

child, a boy who was now 

wretched and wilful.

———————————-

‘Help us find him,’ she whispered.

————————————-

Joseph and Mary

trod the long agonising

road to the golden glowing dome.

—————————————

Each time they searched the bleak barrenness

around them, and the dark filled hollows

they expected to find his

battered

body.


——————————–

Time and time again they thought,   there 

he is, only to find

some camp left filth, frantically

Joseph searched through

while the rotting food stuffs

filled his nostrils with

Despair.

—————————–

As the red orb of the sun dropped 

below the barren hills, 

two bedraggled figures walked through 

the city gate.  Hopelessly they 

turned to each other and in their distress 

mutely blaming the other. 

They sheltered for the night behind 

the sturdy stone in a safe refuge.

Curling on the floor of a 

friend’s house they

sleepless, prayed ceaselessly for him to be      Just Found.

——————————

At first light as it crept through

the windows revealing 

their exhaustion, shadowing their 

strained faces

they shook off

grief and grogginess

and hungry for their son

searched the city,

——————————–

Slowly they moved, asking gesturing and begging for someone anyone to remember.

a tousled head

in a Galilean robe.

———————–

Heads shook.

No one was sure

as they pondered and remembered 

dozens of ruffled haired runaways.

Mary kicked a lose stone,

while tears flowed freely

and the guilt ground into her .  

——————————

The shock shook her as she felt again

The shame of her pregnancy.

The joy of his birth

The angels and shepherds words

And watching him grow, and a voice

Screamed in her, how could it happen

So quickly. No one can comfort me, for

I have lost the son of God.

———————–

Gabriel you chose the wrong woman.

———————

Joseph leaned towards her, 

his eyes red rimmed and caring,  

We are in this, we two together.

‘We will find him. Trust God and 

the angels to care for their own.

——————————-

They went into the temple to pray 

To the God who overshadowed her

And brought Jesus to be in her womb.

————————————

Mary recalled Anna and Simeon.

What would they say to her now?  

She bowed her head and 

felt the stinging sorrow and 

shame that speared her soul.

——————————–

Joseph to the privileged place of men,

 while she only a woman

waited and asked, ‘Have you see my son?’

She bowed to pray, hugging pain, 

and a touching hand light on her shoulder 

pointed to Joseph trying for attention.  

She rose swiftly and slipped away looking 

intently at his smile.

——————————-

A smile –she struggled to return.

————————————-

Joseph turned and she followed 

and stood 

outside looking in and

saw Jesus, sitting there waving his hands 

as he talked to the select of the synagogue;

intent, interested and immersed.

——————————————-

Unsmiling now, Joseph, was by his side and 

bowing to the men brought the joyful Jesus 

through the throng to his 

angry, anxious mother who

checking him for harm and spoke sharply, 

asked the child of God  ‘Why have you treated us like this? How could you frighten us so?

Your father and I have been anxiously searching for you.

We were so worried?’

————————-

Surprised he spoke 

the unanswerable line.

‘Didn’t you know I had to be 

in my Father’s house?

—————————–

Joseph lurched, it had come, 

he was 

no longer father. 

And threatening tears stung his eyes as 

they walked on towards the city gate 

Jesus eating the food they had brought.

——————————–

Joseph stayed Mary and

spoke from his pain, 

‘He is a man.

He knows who he is.’

And together they

hurried after,

their grief fading

his growing,

hearing the views of 

the elders. 

Mary is for real.

(Luke chapter 2: 41-50)

‘What was that?’ Mary asked 

sharply. ‘You thought he would 

be with the little ones and the women?

when now he is a man

to be numbered amongst men!’ 

——————————–

Tears on her lashes, Mary’s anger

spilled over to the one who

had given her this precious 

child, a boy who was now 

wretched and wilful.

———————————-

‘Help us find him,’ she whispered.

————————————-

Joseph and Mary

trod the long agonising

road to the golden glowing dome.

—————————————

Each time they searched the bleak barrenness 

around them, and dark filled 

hollows, expecting to find his 

battered, 

body.

——————————–

Time and time again they thought,   there 

he is, only to find

some camp left filth, frantically

Joseph searched through

while the rotting food stuffs

filled his nostrils with

Despair.

—————————–

As the red orb of the sun dropped 

below the barren hills, 

two bedraggled figures walked through 

the city gate.  Hopelessly they 

turned to each other and in their distress 

mutely blaming the other. 

They sheltered for the night behind 

the sturdy stone in a safe refuge.

Curling on the floor of a 

friend’s house they

sleepless, prayed ceaselessly for him to be      Just Found.

——————————

At first light as it crept through

the windows revealing 

their exhaustion, shadowing their 

strained faces

they shook off

grief and grogginess

and hungry for their son

searched the city,

——————————–

Slowly they moved, asking gesturing and begging for someone anyone to remember.

a tousled head

in a Galilean robe.

———————–

Heads shook.

No one was sure

as they pondered and remembered 

dozens of ruffled haired runaways.

Mary kicked a lose stone,

while tears flowed freely

and the guilt ground into her .  

——————————

The shock shook her as she felt again

The shame of her pregnancy.

The joy of his birth

The angels and shepherds words

And watching him grow, and a voice

Screamed in her, how could it happen

So quickly. No one can comfort me, for

I have lost the son of God.

———————–

Gabriel you chose the wrong woman.

———————

Joseph leaned towards her, 

his eyes red rimmed and caring,  

We are in this, we two together.

‘We will find him. Trust God and 

the angels to care for their own.

——————————-

They went into the temple to pray 

To the God who overshadowed her

And brought Jesus to be in her womb.

————————————

Mary recalled Anna and Simeon.

What would they say to her now?  

She bowed her head and 

felt the stinging sorrow and 

shame that speared her soul.

——————————–

Joseph to the privileged place of men,

 while she only a woman

waited and asked, ‘Have you see my son?’

She bowed to pray, hugging pain, 

and a touching hand light on her shoulder 

pointed to Joseph trying for attention.  

She rose swiftly and slipped away looking 

intently at his smile.

——————————-

A smile –she struggled to return.

————————————-

Joseph turned and she followed 

and stood 

outside looking in and

saw Jesus, sitting there waving his hands 

as he talked to the select of the synagogue;

intent, interested and immersed.

——————————————-

Unsmiling now, Joseph, was by his side and 

bowing to the men brought the joyful Jesus 

through the throng to his 

angry, anxious mother who

checking him for harm and spoke sharply, 

asked the child of God  ‘Why have you treated us like this? How could you frighten us so?

Your father and I have been anxiously searching for you.

We were so worried?’

————————-

Surprised he spoke 

the unanswerable line.

‘Didn’t you know I had to be 

in my Father’s house?

—————————–

Joseph lurched, It had come, 

he was 

no longer father. 

And threatening tears stung his eyes as 

they walked on towards the city gate 

Jesus eating the food they had brought.

——————————–

Joseph stayed Mary and

spoke from his pain, 

‘He is a man.

He knows who he is.’

And together they

hurried after

their grief fading

and his growing,

hearing the views of 

the elders.