*All in a Day’s Work*

‘And he shall crucify’.

O not to have been the soldier

who had to do it,

who was glad to do it,

to ‘another criminal, just a Jew’.

What did his eyes say to the other

as he did it?

And what did he see in the other’s eyes?

Agony.

Unbearable for any human.

Did he understand any syllable of the

‘Father, forgive’?

I guess not.

He wouldn’t have known the language,

but should have felt the body language.

All in a day’s work.

As it was for Jesus.

‘And he shall purify’.

Labels: Easter, Faith, Poetry

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*April’s Fool*

In humility,

April’s Fool expresses his kingship

in other-worldly /condescension/,

mounted on a foal

broken in by love,

making a jackass of

the pride and power of rulers.

Mounted on the Cross,

The Fool on the Hill

will reign in glory,

outwitting Satan.

Hosannas will ring out

through endless ages

and rocks and stones

will shout and sing

(C) David Grieve 2007

Labels: Faith, Poetry

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*Before April*

I watch and wait beside

the relics of St Bruno.

My hands are ready rubbed,

fighting off the chill of early morning,

but I feel inwardly warmed

And glad to savour the incense

which wafts around in smog-like clouds.

Piped music reaches the inner ear

(or it may be Tinnitus).

Man! You factor all kinds of

weed in your garden.

Flaky husbandry,

reamed and tampered into your

oh! so little bowl.

Blend yourself, and take a leaf

out of the Gardener’s Book.

(C) David Grieve 2007

Labels: Faith, Poetry

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