The Hill
So here we are again
Back on Calvary Hill
How many more crosses
Do you think you can fit
Up here with me?
Not many more
As far as I can see
But now you wish to know me
Be with me
Now you can finally see
Understand
What I mean
That life is precious
But so is death
And no one should die alone
Or be without me
Such simple comfort
Is all that is needed
How can you not listen
To someone who is pleading
How can you not help
Someone who is bleeding
How many more times
Must we journey
Up to Calvary Hill
And with this work, I have come to the end of my Easter Series. It has been emotive, writing the poems to the backdrop of war. Such a war that will change again, our perception of each other.
But it has also been joyful for me, to see many of you view, fave and comment on my work as it has progressed through Holy Week. Thank you all so much.
It gives me hope that the Light of the human spirit still burns bright.
Glynde Churchyard, East Sussex, UK.
To see more of my images and poems have a look at my website:
The Hill
So here we are again
Back on Calvary Hill
How many more crosses
Do you think you can fit
Up here with me?
Not many more
As far as I can see
But now you wish to know me
Be with me
Now you can finally see
Understand
What I mean
That life is precious
But so is death
And no one should die alone
Or be without me
Such simple comfort
Is all that is needed
How can you not listen
To someone who is pleading
How can you not help
Someone who is bleeding
How many more times
Must we journey
Up to Calvary Hill
And with this work, I have come to the end of my Easter Series. It has been emotive, writing the poems to the backdrop of war. Such a war that will change again, our perception of each other.
But it has also been joyful for me, to see many of you view, fave and comment on my work as it has progressed through Holy Week. Thank you all so much.
It gives me hope that the Light of the human spirit still burns bright.
Glynde Churchyard, East Sussex, UK.
To see more of my images and poems have a look at my website: