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  • Jerusalem Slim *

    I am reposting this Poem to join the company of fine recent poems dealing with religious content and faith.
    It is the imagined narrative of Christ in the Garden of Gethsemane.




    It did not know it was Joy
    And her fingers
    Blessing me from words
    Trapped in stone

    Now in Gethsemane
    You who could not wait
    One hour sleep like salt

    Scattered on the ground
    But even now I forget
    Where the difference falls

    Some say Elijah
    Some say John
    But Joy you say nothing
    And take me on


    * This is what my father called Christ, alone and muttering to himself,
    while nursing his Four Roses whiskey at the kitchen table.

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    Poetry of stature; toppest of drawers.

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    • #3
      cool... a return from beginning to end. or that was what I got. not that I really understand.

      economy of lang. poised. im impressed, inspired!

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      • #4
        Tanner this is wonderful i wil be back and read again

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        • #5
          TANNER!!!!

          You had me from the start, but this:

          You who could not wait
          One hour sleep like salt

          Scattered on the ground
          But even now I forget
          Where the difference falls

          Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?

          Whoa!


          I rarely, leap up after reading a poem, but when I do, it is usually you, or Mr. Hayes that causes the response!

          One of my favourites!

          Last edited by DWAYNE; 01-27-2017, 08:55 AM.

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          • #6
            Yes! Between Grants little lion that brought tears and this piece of the earth. The two of you are turning my heart into soft fruit.

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            • #7
              The Gethsemane scene is the most heartbreaking. The realization that in the time of greatest crisis even the closest friends may not share your pain. There is lonliness and resignation.
              I love the title. At that point "He" was not the savior of the world, he was just a lonely guy in a really bad place that needed support. How very human!

              great verse!!
              Last edited by rhymetime; 01-28-2017, 04:21 PM.

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