Wednesday, December 15, 2010


by Gideon Burton

As other things we bear it has a weight,
Yet sinking in our souls it makes us light,
Or makes us lighter under bruising freight,
Or leads us feelingly when lacking sight.
The Jesus in us, tearless on the cross,
The Savior, holding firm despite his pain;
Our Lord, so patient, lonely in his loss,
Dark hope, mute model, tutor for our gain.
His rising in us, breathing, live and well,
Despite the death of doubts in reason's tomb;
His praying for us, more than words can tell,
Cool heaven earthed when earth would us consume.
     In fathoms darkly bright this anchor holds;
     Its shape a cross whose arms reach heaven, bold.

Photo: flickr - vika.loro

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