Saturday, April 7, 2012


The Body of the  Dead Christ in the Tomb - Hans Holbein the Younger
Cold In The Tomb

Jesus is dead, stone cold in the tomb.
The Lord of Life breathes no more.
The Marys weep, the mother, the friend,
Bereft, bereaved, their dearest gone away.

The Lamb of God, abandoned by God,
To ignominious death high on a tree
Of shame.  And us?  Left to weep
With the grieving Marys.  Oh, God!

Night approaches; strength fails.
Heal our broken hearts; revive our
Weary bodies; renew again our
Wondrous hopes and dreams.

June Butler  4-7-12


Russ Manley said...

Another gem of a poem, you are really quite good at that.

Happy Easter.

Grandmère Mimi said...

Russ, your kind words about my previous poem, got me going again. Careful there, or I'll be writing yet again.

Russ Manley said...

I hope so!