Friday, 18 April 2014

The gathering storm

A pilgrimage has been made,

and a meal has been eaten.
The mountain has been climbed,
and the waiting has begun.
The clouds begin to gather,
and the wind begins to moan.
The people huddle closer,
and they watch
Creator of the World, lifted up.
Innocent one, sentenced to death.
A freely given sacrifice
All because of love

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