What The Marys Saw
written by: Linda Imbler
The tree, the tree,
barren,
except for the fruit of life,
hanging,
too weary and stunned to sway
after the knocking stopped.
Cedar limbs
bleed crimson sap,
grief exuded,
then joy,
a mariner steered toward the lighthouse
within the placidity
after the battering.
X marks the spot!
Hope flown
from a single rafter,
like Eden,
Golgotha stands
as the main history of Man.
Linda Imbler has four published poetry collections and one hybrid ebook of short fiction and poetry. She is a Kansas-based Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee. More information can be found at Linda's Poetry Blog.
Latest posts by Linda Imbler (see all)
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