Barry Blander Poems
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The Last Mile
Here I sit, late at night, bones languish.
But I know somewhere, your voice melodiously peals, morning church bells
I wonder, will it ever end, this dolorous anguish
But I glance at your face in my heart, and know that therein your indomitable spirit dwells.
I long to be swept away in your riptides of desire
But am fearful to climb the next rung on the ladder
Afraid of falling when you could wing me ever so much higher
And on my cell window, rain beats steadily, pitter-patter.
How can I endure this smothering dark, this incessant pain?
You are nearer to me ...
On Calvary (A Sonnet)
Nailed to splintered wood of the Sacred Cross
Your fathomless eyes wept a sea of blood
Each falling tear weaving a dance of loss
The world, now virgin, out of earth-swept flood;
Sitting meekly upon a donkey's colt
Hours before, You were proclaimed Lord and King
While stars in a sky seared by lightning bolt
Slept until sun and moon began to sing
Your furrowed brow blemished by Crown of Thorn