the reticence of stolidity

some things can never be explained
about why every sky still looks the same
some things can never be explained
about the hours of the day
the consistency of time
and why some people are gay
in every evil in every life
there is always someone in strife
if thoughts could be fully explained
there wouldn't be a need for words
or the fortune teller in the street
some things can never be explained
like the expectancy one feels
while opening a letter
about the bad things which happen to good people
some things can never be explained
of why the fact that love remains
in an imperfect world that kills it

the passion of the Christ

He lay in gethsemene
praying about His death for you and me
the serpent was there to taunt Him
He yielded not, but instead crushed it

the scene switches to the betrayer
30 pieces of silver was what He was worth
he kisses the Lord
and the trial begins

the delirious crowd jeered
insulted and cursed
oblivious to their heinous acts

they stripped Him, struck Him blow by blow
till wat was left were stripes and veal
layers of skin hung off Him
the devil stands by the distance
overjoyed
but a part of him knows
he's already losing the battle

my heart cries
for by His stripes
we are healed

the damage was done
His spirit broken
the unmoving crowed remain unfazed
they wanted Him dead
their desire blase

the via dolarosa was where he walked
that street of shame
that street of death
that street was all he ever had
my heart cries

His destination was golgotha
His final dwelling place in Heaven

nailed to the cross
His blood was tacit of his pain
eloi eloi lama sabathani
his bloodsmeared lips cried out
my heart cries my heart cries my heart cries

with daunting breath
He asked for water
It is finished. It is done

the devil cries
for he has lost the battle

greater-love-has-no-one-than-this-that-He-lay-down-His-life-for-His-friends

something isn't right here

somehow something isn't right somewhere
a heavy sense of foreboding seems to be lingering around me