ALONE (a short poem)
Posted: Wednesday, March 02, 2011
by Marijo Phelps

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My Jesus, He needs You so much In all the turmoil That races through his mind He can no longer lean On broken crutches And lies about Like a body without bones Yet he still resists You If he could but grasp Saying yes to You Isn't giving up life But embracing an encompassing peace Yielding to eternal joy Becoming aware that he's loved Like he's never been loved before! (C) Marijo Phelps all rights reserved. Use with proper credits. I was posting this piece on my blog today and thought of the picture I took several weeks ago on a pretty bleek day. they seemed to go well together, this poem and the photo that suggests cold, lonliness and a bleek day without hope. The person I am writing about in the poem was there himself. There is hope but at that point he didn't want to accept the greatest gift ever given, Christ's death on the Calvary cross. |
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Top-level comments on this article: (1 total)Love the connection between poem and tree. Thanks as always Marijo.Thanks - took that of the tree on a cold gloomy hike - it seemed appropriate.
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