Being in anguish, He prayed more fervently, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground...Jesus wept.
Luke 22:44 John 11:35


Sometimes they roll like rivers
Down cheeks of flush and red
Drops of pain and sorrow
Down a weary head

Sometimes they rise like waters
From places yet untapped
Squeezing out the solitude
And all that is unsaid

Sometimes they burn like fire
Uncontrolled and fierce
Choking Gagging Strangling
Until the wave has passed

Sometimes they freeze like stills
Captured thoughts and eyes
Seeing nothing but all the loss
The endless sacrifice


Woody said…
Wow...What a moving photo!

Thanks for stopping back my blog, hope you stop by again!
Tammie said…
What an incredible picture! I like the poem too. Thanks for popping in on my blog - it is nice to think i have a friend in England, across the sea! I want to return someday...and explore all the wonderful lands that make up your country!
Britt-Arnhild said…
Amazing, both the photo and the words.
Thanks Mike.
Gramma L said…
Profound and beautiful both words and picture.
Suz said…
Powerful, descriptive words. Good poem. Yours?
Pietro said…
Very nice post. Impressive image and significant poem.
Sidharth said…
Wow, awesome image.
Wanda said…
Excellent... the picture says so much. Mike may I have permission to add this poem to my notebook on the Spiritual Disciplines under Sacrifice?

SuzyQ said…
Just beautiful.
Did you write this poem ?
It's amazing!
Mike said…
Thanks you. Not sure I should admit to writing this as I'm not really a poet ;)
Steve said…
Lovely poem. I don't knw how I missed commenting on this at the time..