Christ’s life spilled silently,
Whip-scourged, nailed violently,
Drop by precious drop,
Breath by sweet breath,
Sword-thrust, and alone.
The earth shuddered.
Heaven folded inward.
Death closed the tomb.
Until morning broke, three days beyond,
And the earth shuddered
Heaven opened.
Away rolled the stone.
Death, that feeble foul of fable,
Died quietly as Jesus rose.
Drop by precious drop,
Breath by sweet breath,
He conquered death,
To claim the Crown and Robe!
Wow! This is a beautiful description of Christ’s death and resurrection. I especially enjoyed your alliteration in “Death, that feeble foul of fable.” Even though I know what is going to happen next, your imagery leaves me on the edge of my seat for how you will describe it. You waste no words here: “Whip-scourged, nailed violently . . . sword-thrust.” So often religious poetry is cliched, but you brought new life to this story. Bravo!