Wednesday, July 14, 2010

JOSEPH'S DEATH (Matthew 1:18-25)



IT WAS SUMMER AND THE WINDOWS WERE OPEN

THROUGH THEM

HE COULD HEAR

THE SOUND OF HOUSEWORK

BEING DONE



THE SNATCH OF A SONG

THE RUNNING OF WATER

THE SOUND OF A BROOM



IT WAS HOT BUT HE COULDN'T FEEL IT

HIS SHAWL WAS ABOUT HIS SHOULDERS

BUT HIS COLD WASN'T IN THE WEATHER



THE SOUND OF THE BROOM

RAN ALL HIS DAYS TOGETHER



SO THAT HE THOUGHT HIMSELF

ONCE MORE YOUNG



COMING TO CALL

FLOWERS FRESHLY PICKED

UPON HIS YOUNG SWEET LOVE

HIS MARY



BUT THEN HIS MEMORY DARKENED

AND HIS BLOOD I

N SPITE OF YEARS RAN HOT



ANGER POUNDED IN HIS BRAIN

I AM WITH CHILD



NO A THOUSAND RAVENS CRIED

NO A THOUSAND CROWS REPLIED



PANDEMONIUM OF THUNDER

LIGHTNING FLASH AND

DRIVING RAIN





NO HE CRIED TO NO ONE LISTENING



RACING FROM THE SUMMER STORM

RACING LOSING AND WAS CAUGHT

DRENCHED



THE RAIN RUNNING DOWN HIS FACE

MIXING WITH HIS TEARS



NO HE WHISPERED TO THE EARTH

FACE PRESSED DOWN IN SOGGY GRASS



WHY HE SOBBED

OH GOD WHY..

BUT NO ANSWER CAME

THEN SOMETHING CAME

THE MEMORY OF HER WORDS

REMEMBER I LOVE YOU



HOW QUICK THE STORM

HOW SUDDEN THE SUN'S RETURN

SO THAT THE OLD MAN

FELT ONCE MORE ITS HEAT

HE STRUGGLED TO FORM THE WORDS

FROM IN THE HOUSE THE QUESTION



DID YOU CALL

I LOVE YOU

DID YOU CALL

I LOVE YOU

DID YOU CALL



THEN JOSEPH DIED





F. A. VOLLMER

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