religion – mark t. collins

Holy Week Sonnet 4

Betrayed by a friend cuts deeper than bone, deeper still than flesh, laying the soul bare. Such a wound makes you painfully aware yet dulls senses, you feel only alone. The darkness of night drones on, on, on, on. Into nothing, never-blinking eyes stare. Again, again replays arise in air And like grasping for smoke,Continue reading “Holy Week Sonnet 4”

Holy Week Sonnet 1 (April 5)

Triumphant the borrowed colt bore through town Messiah over palm branches thrown down. Crowds gather ‘round to him, aloud they sing, “Hosanna, save us! Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord,” and then, “Glory in the highest. Peace in heaven.” Such celebration for a king is fit, yet Jesus onContinue reading “Holy Week Sonnet 1 (April 5)”