The Covenant Cape
Such majesty his guileless dreams relay,
he wins applause from those who dedicate
their lives to God. His many coloured cape
enraptures them—this meekness wins his stay.
Only the Temple is his stage. No display
for honour’s sake from him. But wait!
Some assay, “The Son!” and seal the fate
his carapace, the Cross, would but obey.
Though God protected Joseph by his coat,
this second Child bled his love to bloat
a callous universe, bestowing salvation
for the sinner caught at misery’s station.
With a faith too great he gave his all.
Each reprobate in warmth does this recall.
A. Michele Leslie is a poet
and playwright who lives in Sauk Rapids, Minnesota with her husband, David, and
two cats.
A. Michele,
ReplyDeleteA nice spiritual poem. Welcome to Whispers and would love to read more of your poetry.
Your new friend,
David Fox
Hi, David,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the encouraging comment! Nice of you to write. I hope to send in more, as I have finally completed writing a long play--still quite exhausted.
Your friend,
Michele
Thank you Celine for the following--
ReplyDeleteDear Michele,
Thank you for your kind comment about my poem "That Little Ole Bear". It was so sweet of you.
Do you still publish Illustrations? If you do, I'd like to submit something.
Take care
Celine Rose Mariotti
Nice poem A.Michele...A priceless gift, His blood shed on the cross for sinners worldwide. Thanks for sharing! Amen! Good wishes, Chris~
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