Wednesday, 16 November 2016

'THORNS': A POEM ABOUT CONSTANTINE BAY, CORNWALL...

Thorns

Sanctity clawed at,
Clung to;
Pricked by
Thorns and the cruel spikes,
Forcing holiness
Into a veritable pit
Of weathered, crumbling stone.

Christ nailed through,
Mocked with;
Pierced by
Thorns on a cruel crown,
Forcing His Holiness
Onto a wooden cross
Of crucifixion, alone…

Pete Ray
August 2009


Constantine’s buried and crumbling church; Christ nailed to wood.  






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