Friday 8 May 2020


Your hands spill summer
All across the graves
From Joshua's carriage
As Christie saves
Even angels
Cannot misbehave
And get away with murder

So, I knelt before the throne
Times alone, in winter
Fell autumn through the shade
Yet spring of blessing resurrect
Slain every monster made
When songs of care and devotion
Replace every sin with light  

Amendments to all murders
Through palm and lance of steel
Among thieves, we are forgiven
At last allowed to heal
John thanks you, Father
For this carriage return
This change of thorn
This change of urn

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