Wednesday, June 2, 2010

He Bares Our Griefs

He Bares Our Griefs
by Gideon Burton

adapted from Isaiah 53

He bares our griefs, the one who bears our grief,
uncovering the deeper, deepest wounds,
each secret sadness shrinking from relief;
revealing skies unlit by glowing moons.
The coldest sorrows, silent, beaten, stunned;
the aimless hungers, rotting us inside;
the good abandoned that we had begun;
addictions we let live that should have died.
For our transgressions, these, the ones that knife
our peace; for our iniquities that sting
and shred, disrupt and rupture living's life;
for felonies we force or others bring.
    He smites the fathomed black of our abyss;
    He burns and purges chaos with a kiss.

Feel free to copy, imitate, remix, or redistribute this poem as long as you give proper acknowledgment of authorship. Photo: adapted from flickr - vgm8383

1 comment:

  1. Deeply touching. Another one to add to my favorites! Thanks. :)