Saviour SonnetA Poem by Duncan BrownThe weeping folds of that woven truth Hang beautifully plain upon a saviour Scorned and scourged in purple cloth Devouring breath in luminous colour Crossed in pain on that wooden frame Crowning thorns adorn his golden halo Compassion hangs in tear filled shame While women suffer in fearful sorrow Pierced with steel and proffered vinegar The driven nails a scourging iron trinity Denying life with sourest wine writ bitter Mockery upon a final wooden sanctuary Cruelty impales our sweetest redemption Forgiveness is our beautiful resurrection. © 2016 Duncan BrownAuthor's Note
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