knit together
Clothed
in purity
at the first light
a most memorable beginning
and very good indeed
and then
the leaves that laughed succulence and shade
became much too quiet
too cumbersome and way too thin and frail
but
the only feasible cover and life
lost living
increasingly
lost its joyful praise – its bleat
its breath – its peace
its pelt
pulled apart
to cover all
shame
at the first fall
a most frightful occurrence
and very sad indeed
and then
the ground that cradled golden sheaves of grain
became much too dense
too stubborn and way too cold and cursed
but
the only feasible way and work
gained weight
increasingly
gained its tiring pace – its misery
its load – its loss
its tears
and
we have made quite much of it
all
Clothed
in our fine attire
covering our corpses with such pretty things
and heels
higher than the heavens
from whence
all glory
fell
onto that blood-stained hill
that felt
the pain
the love
the lamb
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
reversing the curse
of endless crying dying sheep
hearing His voice and turning away
from sin
again
Clothed
in purity
as at the first
a most memorable beginning
and very good indeed!
Petra O. Hefner
Beautiful poem, Petra. Praise be to God to the Lamb of God!
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Petra, this is very moving!
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Simply beautiful Petra.
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Beautiful Petra and I love how you use your gift of writing to honor and glorify him
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Dearest Petra, This is thoughtful and beautiful. Thank you for visiting and for encouraging.Blessings dear friend. Catherine xox
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Hope!That's what this says to me.
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Thanks for this poem. Very impressive.How are you. And … how was your week?Here spring is coming!
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