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Thursday, May 16, 2013
Born of Yehoshua Ben Josef
Category: Poetry/LyricsAs a rain drop, I trickle spent;
down hillside and over cliff.
Falling quickly, then slow the descent;
the forest growing there; stiff.
Blood I saw! I am sure.. blood!
my journey though unceasing.
Hanging to the final roots, in flood
releasing my grasp, fall increasing.
I see them there below me;
wondering at what they see.
Then I see from whence I be;
a man….. nailed to a tree!
For one brief moment, rent;
see more like me falling.
From those below, in descent,
forming a pool; that is my calling,
Then I am………… no more;
Part of many, turning red.
Together as one, blood and us; the core,
we all become… in a sandy bed.
We see him nailed to the tree;
see those below him weeping.
We though one, struggle to see;
to understand what this is… seeping.
Yet all we can do is ask…………..
Why………………???
(Born of Yehoshua Ben Josef)
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The title is only the title because a title is needed.
I like the title. Made me want to read it.