Deep Dark

Posted on March 5, 2013 by Tom Bolton

At the Cross

In the deep dark early this morning,
skies so black and veiled, we saw little clearly,
and felt the dark fall on each of us.
I was there at the cross,
overcome with grief and guilt and heart aching.
I touched the cross,
thinking I might be slapped down,
and felt the slivers and rough wood, and
felt then moist blood.
My heart ached in a new way.
Suddenly, I am lifted away.

(c) Tom Bolton, 5 March 2013, Milwaukee

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About Tom Bolton

I'm a Husband and Dad, a former Enterprise Systems Manager at the City of Milwaukee, and a Disciple and Lay Servant at First United Methodist of West Allis. As I study the Bible, sometimes I feel moved to work through my understanding by writing poetry. I also am continuing to learn in my dialysis experience and pursuit of a kidney transplant. Sometimes I just feel like writing about something that grabs my attention too.
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