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Godforsaken Blood

Tree Trunk

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©  2013  Jeanne E Webster.   All rights reserved
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Have you ever had “wondering” days
When you sat and reflected upon things?
Unique perceptions linger and laze,
And before you know it, take wings.

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I was wondering about Mary today,
The mother of Jesus, our Lord,
How she tarried with intent to stay,
Heart and spirit of woeful accord,

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On that day when they took her son,
Laid him down and nailed him hard
To a rough-hewn tree. It was done;
Thirty pieces of silver the reward.

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She waited atop that forsaken hill
Weeping, wanting to hold her boy.
She knew that his body they did kill
But his spirit they could not destroy.

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His ravaged remains lifted off the tree;
Mary’s tears mingled with his blood.
Softly she cradled him ever so lovingly
As the soil turned into a rich red mud.

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His corpse was taken to a sepulcher near
And wrapped with ointments and spices.
Mary trudged home spewing Sabbath tears,
Her heart crushed into a thousand slices.

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I wondered today if underneath all the dirt,
That hill still preserves hallowed mud,
Evidence of Mary’s godforsaken hurt:
Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood.

A Little Boy in a Tree

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©James H. Webster

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When things went wrong

Or he wanted to think

He would climb this tree

In my front yard

There he’d sit

Thinking and talking

About anything and everything

But when I’d walk up to him

And ask, “What ya doin’, Big Boy?”

He’d just say, “Nothin’.”

I’d walk back into the house

And sit by the kitchen window

Watching this little boy

Trying to figure out life.

This would get me to thinking

About things in my life, and

Sometimes my wife would come in

And say, “What are you doing, Hon?”

I’d just say, “Nothin’.”

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(James H. Webster is my “big” brother.  He is a writer and freelance poet, living in Pensacola, Fl.  He is retired from the U. S. Navy, a widower, has three children, four grandchildren, and a cat.)

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©Jeanne E. Webster

Where did sin come from
If God said everything was good?
Was it in the fruit of that Tree
That stood in that dense wood?

Did it come from a magic spiel
That the subtle reptile spoke,
Conning the man and woman
Into believing the lying bloke?

Why did they easily trust
The sly serpentine’s advice?
Why didn’t Adam and Eve
Just eat some plain white rice?

How did the serpent know
Of the Tree and God’s law?
Did it really know enough
To detect this prideful flaw?

And how did God know
Mankind had eaten the fruit?
Did He check them each day
For any stolen loot?

Mankind then hid from Him.
What told them to beware?
Did their vision clear their sight
When they saw that they were bare?

I think this thing called sin
Was a freewill flub-de-dub,
One giant step for mankind
And one perpetual stub!