'tis my god

I took a grand stallion
and proudly scale the holy hill
But you rode down the mountainon
a colt, in tears, in spirit humbler still

Tho' gods should sit on thrones
and mortals flock to kiss their feet
But you my god alone
for love reversed this deed

Tho' gods should dress in gold
and jewel crowns to don
But you to woo my soul
three rusty nails and a crown of thorns

Living in the tension of fear and hope between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday - Black Saturday A.D.2006 *

Dedicated to Mr. Yoon Steel John, my fellow poet at The Idiots