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The Carpenters Cross (Sonnet) by Caducus Standing on a Galilee of curled oak
Jesus planed the wooden beam,
He bound the middle with frayed rope
And made it fit for a Nazarene.
He filled his chalice at the pail
And tore a piece of bread
Crows turned the sky to a blackened veil
And from his crown Jesus bled.
The nails on the beams changed to thorns
And the wind dried his blood
Red skies bled in to eves and morns
From the carpenters cross made of wood.
Jesus looked at the finished piece
And Judas said unto him âIts fit for a Kingâ.
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Up the ladder:
Note before work
Down the ladder:
Marrowless highway
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Posted: September 27, 2004 9:01 AM PDT; Last modified: September 27, 2004 9:02 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.0555553 Overall Rank: 1199 Comments:
Shhh I'm coming home.
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I am fascinated by the possibility that Christ as a man became the 'mortal ghost' once he transcended in to a messiah, when he died as a messiah he became the holy ghost in resurrection but in his ending of a man maybe we became the unholy ghost - mortals for which he died a martyr for, so he could lead us in to his path of righteousness and not the road to hell, the road of us trying to be who we can never be.
Road = Ro(Roman) ad(anno domini) road created by romans, path created by christ.