Cross And The Rose Poem by DiAnne Douglass
Cross And The Rose
Rose on the cross...
The thorns he bore for you and me
Stained red with his blood
Bloomed so beautifully...
The crown of thorns he once wore
That carved into his forehead
A single dropp of blood fell down
Upon a plant beneath him
The rose that wrapped around his cross
It bloomed blood red
It's thorns carved into the wood
As easily as they had into his skin
It's petals brushed gently against the cross
Caressing the beams left behind
Softly, as though whispering words of comfort
To those who had cried there once before
Rose on the cross...
The thorns he bore for you and me
Stained red with his blood
Bloomed so beautifully...
Interestin really makes us think there is a great meaning in your poem 10ssssss
Without him, we would fail to understand life it self, yet most continue to sin, the super powers that control our globe. Yet it us the small folk that forever pray Lovely poem 10
Like the sins of mankind that are forgiven with the sacrafice of Jesus. Instead of lambs, Jesus is our lamb before GOD for oblation for sin.
This is an extraordinary write Dianne....beautiful images thank you....10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:27:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Your interpretation beautifully captured.