Cousin John
a poem for Holy Saturday
Fire-baptizer, did they cut you down, too? I didn’t know I was to prepare this road also. I’ve missed your face—but so many bruises. What did they do to you? Ah, they cannot bear very much truth. I have to say—I didn’t think this was your plan. Was it your plan? To come here, this shadow land? What next, Lord? And what of Man? ###


really really love this one, Haley.
Wow!