The Divine's Sacrifice.
Wounds of love drinks sins of cups,
To restore and redeem the fallen ones,
The son to God, -Christ the Lord,
Leaves for us the skeleton of His sacrifice,
The Avatar as gypsy pilgrim inflames the flame,
Of the dormant Divine in the Mankind,
The history rolls, -but His blood,
Rises above the ravages of Time.
The monotonous and morbid Time,
Stoops to the glory of Christ's Love,
No cause it has to prolong,
Save, yoking the incarnated harp.
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Aloha Bazi... Thank you for this inspiring post of small poetry... one with a universally awesome heart! [Save, yoking the incarnated harp] lets US, you and I give this subject a go? I enjoy the art of the collaboration... blending together thoughts, ideals, experiences, and just plain old everyday smack... You read me? My brother, please consider my request... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.