Friday, October 6, 2017

Molten lead

After Luke 4:16-30

His words poured into our ears
like molten lead, heat and agony
and pain slicing our souls,
this one we’ve known since childhood
who’d never given a sign
of disrespect, his words edged
in anger as if we were the ones
at fault, the ones blaspheming,
instead of the disdain pouring
from his mouth, pouring
on our ears, such dishonor
never heard before. And we knew
this traitor in our midst
must die.

Photograph by Chetan Menaria via Unsplash. Used with permission.

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