Tuesday, March 26, 2013

He turns his face to the city



He turns his face to the city,
fusing its past and future
in one weeping moment,
an immediate joy,
an undeniable sadness.
He enters with acceptance,
not resignation or foreboding.
He walks the streets, canyons
of darkness and fear.
He walks the streets, forested
by voices  rising not in hope
but desire, seeking what
he will not offer, refusing what
he freely gives.

This poem is submitted to Open Mike Night at dVerse Poets. The links will be live at 2 p.m. Central time today

Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

5 comments:

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

I see Jesus entering Jerusalem . . . Beautiful, Glynn!

S. Etole said...

Powerfully said.

Brian Miller said...

nice...makes me think of his riding in on that donkey...and some will scoff and laugh...and not get what he freely is offering, but some will....cool easter poem sir...

Natasha Head said...

Refusing what he freely gives...speaks to many things for me...but most of all the heart of the city itself...and how so many will glady take what is wanted without thoughts of needs beyond their own.

rowantaw.com said...

So sad for those who refused, such joy for those that accepted. This is a really moving faith poem.