One morn as under a great tree I lay, Misery held me in its pain-filled sway. I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb, Sleepwalking my way toward the dusk to come.
Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree
Hanging from a Blood Soaked Tree
By: Adam M. Snow
One morn as under a great tree I lay,
Misery held me in its pain-filled sway.
I dreamt of a life where I wasn't numb,
Sleepwalking my way toward the dusk to come.
I felt sweat drops that I thought were rain,
And opening my eyes, saw a man hung in pain.
His feet were crossed and his arms stretched wide;
I could see no life in this man. Had he died?
Arose a voice from the blood soaked tree,
"I died for you so that you are free."
I sat there stunned in my ignorant sleep,
My curiosity teased by a tree that speaks.
I lingered in repose, knowing not what was said;
Clinging to the echoing voice in my head-
"I did this for you."
With eyes of blue-
He wept.
His head was pierced with thorns claw-like,
And each hand was nailed by a rusty spike.
He calls to me by my name,
I couldn't help it but show my shame.
Words arose from his lips,
As his blood still drips.
His voice so dear,
So pure, so clear;
Spoken once more-
His voice was dear as it said to me,
"I died for you so that you are free."
There then rose a light, blinding as the morn;
"Fear not," he said "For I am reborn"
"Behold," he said, "My blood is made pure,
I am not dead, I am dying's cure!"
His voice drew near, and whispered he:
"I died for you so that you are free."
....very beautiful.
simply beautiful-Adam I like a lot....
I couldn't have said it any better! Bravo Snow, Bravo! God be with you always, Linda
Allegory becomes gospel then allegory, again. Deftly done.