The pavement was dry for once
But all the way there
God kept weeping over my soul:
His rivers of living waters
Ran down, ran down
My neck to the nape
As, all in all,
On this traveler’s way,
I knew it was deemed
Undeserved, and under-appreciated.
 
Two thousand years ago,
On a day the Word had prophesied,
His blood spilled down, spilled down,
Dripping off his soiled feet,
Seeking and sanguining a darkened earth:
Until the cursings and the spear
Brought His manhood to end
In a hellish hanging—
They too, in their brotherly madness
And beneath His lamb’s moan,
Still did not know Him for who He was
And wanted Him gone from their sight.
 
Life walks on, walks on.
 
I now stand for a new ‘pied beauty’,
Esteeming the weight of His love
As it throbs against the thin pulse
Of my ‘hunger for righteousness;’
My meek trembling threatens to flee,
But His silent ear leans
Toward the breath of my life
And as I bend to bear my bleeding-cross,
He restores my regretment of life,
And covers, once more, my humanity
With His divine, friendly fire—
 
I kneel down, kneel down.
 
In a renewed garden of Eden,
As if on new earth,
I weep bliss
As I travel on through changed life,
Wandering debt-free
In His First Estate won for me.
His grace must still
Shed down, shed down;
The Daily, He is, must still leap
To the rejoicing of His joy,
And the shouts of His singing
Over my one ransomed soul—
For even after my earth-time and grievings,
And even after the darkness of Troubled Wrath,
When DayStar finally breaks
On that Second Great Morning,
The torrent from His endless death,
Like a be-stilled river’s rest,
Will forever run down, run down
My repentant neck to my nape,
Undeserved, but humbly appreciated.
 
                    —Dumas fils

My similar poem: Elana: Tree Of Life https://www.faithwriters.com/article-details.php?id=202895 

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