He's Hung On The Tree (Senryu) Poem by NHIEN NGUYEN MD

I come to the church
This drizzling Friday morning
Where God waits for me.

He's hung on the tree
For many people to see
He's my Lord mighty.

His arms fully stretched
Blood poured down from pierced chest
Crown thorns bled his head.

I see and believe
Holy God hung on a tree
He is hung for me.

God is present here
In his Holy Eucharist.
I am on my knees.

In silence, I pray
For God's blessings on my soul
And whole universe.

In silence, I ask
For stronger mind and heart
To follow His path.

In silence, I plead
Many wants and many needs
God knows what I need.

NHIEN NGUYEN MD
8/11/2017