The Brand Poem by Philip Geoffrey Lock

A brush of the lion's soft mane
A breath gentle from the mighty bear's mouth
A breeze on the edge of the hurricane
A breakfast prepared on the beach

A breach of the black prison gates
A break in the blood-red storm overhead
A bright ray that cut through the great darkness
A bridegroom who came for his bride

A bravery not shying from death
A brilliance of colour floods a grey world
A brook of pure crystal washing blood's stain
A brother who sacrificed all

A bread split open for freedom
A bruising inflicted that brought healing
A brokenness mending this cracked vessel
A bridge open leading to life

A breastplate shielding from malice
A bronze sword that grows a boy to a man
A branch grafted in to a living vine
A brand burned red on to my heart