A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Having loved his own
who were in the world,
Christ loved them
to the very end…
A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Having loved his own
who were in the world,
Christ loved them
to the very end…
A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Amidst the fog
beneath the Olive trees,
bending over dirt
and on his knees, his lips still stained
with Pesach wine,
the Son stooped pleading God’s design.
A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Friday night and we call it Good,
the Son whose arms pitch high to wield
the cornus tree, the arbor pole, the scepter-cross.