This

This moment in time,
This world of mine,
This Jesus on the cross,
This wound of love the bleeding hand,
This wind of winds,
This passion that rocks,

This holy cross of god and fear,
This water clear like wine not beer,
This bread a banquets table now ,
This blood in veins ,
This tormenting vine,

This pleasure window in the stream,
This scorching weather dry and hot,
This tree that is burned to the ground,
This riddle of knot’s,

This song so sweet to dance in rags,
This cider the sweetest drink so cold,
This alcohol straight to my head and toes,

This man’ This women’ This child’ This bairn’ This womb’ This birth’
This love’ This death,
This holy ghost’ This prayer instead,
This world of words,

This beggar of rhyme,
This feast of songs,
This moment of mine .

Written by © malc.johnson 2008

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mercsmoon poetry © malc.johnson 2008