CrucifiedA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenCrucified. You stumble beneath the weight of the oaken cross that you yourself fashioned from your dense forest of fear. And she who is not free from fear is not complete in love. You captured my soul with sweet sermons; me your chosen disciple, plucked to serve the dignity of the hope you offered. But it is I who ended nailed through my heart to those thick wooden planks, bleeding drop by bloody drop upon the grey barren earth of all the promises you made, of the salvation you foretold, but that you failed to honour. 27/12/13 © 2013 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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18 Reviews Added on December 27, 2013 Last Updated on December 27, 2013 Tags: Image courtesy of hprweb.com AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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