It Is Finished
Now I am set free
My mortality gifted in trust
A leap of faith into the void
Eternity waits beyond the abyss
My blood and breath have gone from me
But I am more than just a man on a tree
My passion is spent
My journey nearly complete
I have cracked open the sky
And a new age begins
It will be with you
Despite your sins
There is no going back
And I know I must treasure this time
As there is now only forwards
And to love you was my dearest wish
It makes it easier to now approach fate
And my death with only a traitor's kiss
There is just this single work today, because what could I possibly follow it with. Interestingly, this is an iPhone image, and not my usual practise. I use my iPhone for reference shots usually. I did not have my camera this day, not expecting to pass by Wilmington in Sussex, UK, but events meant that I did, and I stopped because I needed to. The light was just so, so I took the shot.
I returned, many times, with my camera, but could never repeat it. And you never can, can you? And is that not perfect in the end? He has gone. Whatever I do, even now, would not be the same. The light was perfect, the sky was brilliant, I was there at the right time in exactly the right place.
So here it is, my work for Good Friday.
For more images and poems have a look at my website:
It Is Finished
Now I am set free
My mortality gifted in trust
A leap of faith into the void
Eternity waits beyond the abyss
My blood and breath have gone from me
But I am more than just a man on a tree
My passion is spent
My journey nearly complete
I have cracked open the sky
And a new age begins
It will be with you
Despite your sins
There is no going back
And I know I must treasure this time
As there is now only forwards
And to love you was my dearest wish
It makes it easier to now approach fate
And my death with only a traitor's kiss
There is just this single work today, because what could I possibly follow it with. Interestingly, this is an iPhone image, and not my usual practise. I use my iPhone for reference shots usually. I did not have my camera this day, not expecting to pass by Wilmington in Sussex, UK, but events meant that I did, and I stopped because I needed to. The light was just so, so I took the shot.
I returned, many times, with my camera, but could never repeat it. And you never can, can you? And is that not perfect in the end? He has gone. Whatever I do, even now, would not be the same. The light was perfect, the sky was brilliant, I was there at the right time in exactly the right place.
So here it is, my work for Good Friday.
For more images and poems have a look at my website: