Even This One

Wounded
even this one
like so many
tears
swelling
uncontrollably
adding ambush to defeat
clustering like grapes
whaling
spilling more loss
into an emptiness growing
replete with regret
recalling
how it once was
imagined.

Someone had lied
whispers in a garden
where truth was
traded
and doubting triumphed
suddenly
nakedness saw
and understood its need to hide
feeling the sun setting
the heart ablaze
with darkness
even
though it was
clinging to life lit
with each cold laugh
dripping
with its own dire need
to overcome
this dying.

Accused
even this one
like so many
lost
searching
desperately adding
qualm to questions
when she heard

The Word

Walking
Piercing
Asking

Who has told you that you were naked?
From dirt you were taken
And
To dirt you shall return
Naked
Unless you turn…

She spun
flung
at His feet
with so many questions
and all her accusers
vanished
gone
even
the biggest
boulder tumbled
turning her many scars
to sweetest perfume mixing
her flood of tears with His
love never ending
and complete.

Healed
even this one
like so many
streams
swelling
uncontrollably
adding gratitude to grace
clustering like golden
grapes
spilling more sweetness
into an emptiness growing
replete with hope
recalling
how it once was
foreshadowed.

Someone had prophesied
prayers in a garden
where fear was
traded
and love triumphed
suddenly
nakedness saw
and understood its need to hide
feeling the sun setting
her heart ablaze
with love
even
though she saw
it nailed to a cross
with each cold spike
dripping
with perfect life
to dethrone
this death.

Victorious
even this one
like so many
redeemed
swelling
uncontrollably
adding melody to music
clustering like grapes
rejoicing
spilling more gladness
into this victory sealed
replete with grace
revealing
how it once was
promised.

Petra O. Hefner

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The Call

life
that never was
yet ever remains
pretentious
touching
teases
spits
sweetness
learning
to crawl
trip
fall
gracefully
slipping
smiles
mix
man-made hues
with old tales
dyeing
man’s hair to cover
the naked
truth
whispers
fall on deaf ears
lapped by tongues
forked spears
from lesser gods
growing
more acceptable
golden calves
polished
bombs
flit
across the skies
like clouds
shifting
shadows
draped
across lush vales
skillfully carved
graves
still
fully dead
hearts
snapping
minds
bound
to be caught
sleeping
corpses
lie
unaware
of change
changing
nails to pearls
stinging tears to striking tiaras
death to life in a twinkle
of an eye and loosed ear
to hear
the call
calling
Lazarus
first
then
all
others

Petra O. Hefner

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His Own

Necessity yearned
for expression
in waiting
stillness
never still
only soundless
like a song deeply felt
tightly held
yet free
beneath
all anticipation
yet above all things
intense
swelling
like laughter
or a scream
at birth
ever beginning
and never-ending
waves of wisdom rupture
sudden sight pierces
walls
of hollow holes
bold as diamonds
grave as coals
first
light
at last
splitting the skies
spewing forth faultless
fingers
exposing
all
glory
to
glory
as the word gave his word
and walked from his garden
through his gate
guarded
by his own
flaming swords
to his hill
to fulfill
his perfect will
executing
his very own
p
r
o
m
i
s
e

Petra O. Hefner

“You can begin as if nothing had ever gone wrong. White as snow.” ― C.S. Lewis

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