Kiss of Eternity

The kiss of eternity comes on bleeding lips,

embracing time and space

with arms torn by foul acts and fierce pleasures.

 

He walks,

lonesome king

stumbling to our salvation

with our burdens laid upon his broken back.

 

Every tear shed across the generations

tumbles down His scarred body,

scorching his open wounds

with each

trembling

step.

 

How dare I,

crying out for refuge

in the wounds I forged in sinful night?

 

He turns his sacred head

to cast His love upon my soul.

He promises

Paradise.

 

I cast my pennies at Your feet,

these feeble fingers bent

with withheld offerings

and broken promises.

 

As they clatter upon the hard earth,

I cannot help but moan

at my pathetic plea,

my poor offering.

 

How is it,

Master of Creation,

that still you bend Your head,

stretch out Your bleeding arms,

hold me in the heart I broke,

and smile?

Posted on April 28, 2013, in NaPoWriMo and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I. Love. This. One.

    Wow. Just, wow.

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