Life On The Rocks Poem by William Kruse

Stands a pile of rocks, this ancient, pagan altar;
wind-worn, time-worn and stained
with the blood of countless sacrifices:
a monument to the memories of those lives
poured out upon the rocks in futile folly
to atone for the faults and failures of men.

Stands a pile of rocks, this Place of the Skull;
wind-worn, time-worn and stained
by the blood of a single sacrifice:
a monument to the memory of that life,
poured out upon the rocks in redemptive love
to atone for the faults and failures of man.

Stands a pile of rocks, the fragments of my life;
water-born, Spirit-born and washed
in the blood of His sacrifice:
may my life be lived poured out upon the rocks
in living sacrifice to Him who atoned
for the faults and failures of this man.