Wondering . . .

wondering

© 2009 Jeanne E Webster. All Rights Reserved and Observed.

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Have you ever had “wondering” days

When you sit and reflect upon things?

Certain thoughts will linger and laze,

. . . before you know it, take wings.

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I’m wondering about Mary today,

The mother of Jesus, our Lord.

Lingering resolve to woefully stay,

This event of such tragic accord.

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Evil prevailed on that  cross up high. . .

They mangled him then nailed him fast.

Judas betrayed this holy One. Why?

For silver that would never last.

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Mary tarried on that blood-soaked hill,

Weeping… needing to hold her boy.

Knowing that his body they did kill

But never could his spirit destroy.

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His ravaged flesh was taken off the tree;

Mary’s tears flowed with his blood.

She cradled him ever so lovingly

As the soil churned into red mud.

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His corpse was taken to a tomb  quite near,

Wrapped up in spices and herbs.

Mary trudged home with Sabbath tears,

Her heavy heart greatly disturbed.

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Do you think underneath all that dirt,

This hill still preserves hallowed mud…

Evidence of Mary’s excruciating hurt-

Her tears mingled with Jesus’ blood?

4 comments on “Wondering . . .

  1. Jeanne: As always, I enjoyed reading your poems. Thank you for sharing! Good to see you blogging. Bless you, friend. ~Zoey

    • Hello Zoey! Always great to share with you. Yes, I’ve been laid aside for too long. Am slowly getting back among the living. 🙂 Appreciate your prayers and support. God Is Good! Hugs, my friend.

  2. Amazing reflections Jeanne !

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