Ninefold Poetry: Precious
Crimson streams down the Wood to the dust.
Blood and water splatters all around.
Red on dark, Blood cries out, “It’s finished!”
Tears, sorrow, shame, guilt together swirl
Into a crimson tabernacle.
Death pain dances into Light’s new life.
Sacrifice blankets darkest of sin.
Wrongful desire hides in righteousness.
Joy explodes from human souls’ caverns.
Inspired by Genesis 4:10 and Hebrews 12:22–24