Kharizestai

How the priest's four Words could chase
The fullness of the present state
The message fixed in Symbols lit
The language fails to capture it

Efficacious as a dirge
Within the words that call to Earth
Heaven's mirth the emptiness
Kenosis as the Body rests

Chris Rod got shot outside the park
He was walking after dark
He got caught between the Harm
The Hurry of the Crossfire

He became the Scapegoat slain
Motionless on pavement lain
His arms outstretched
His figure framed
A gesture of
His silent Pain

Veronica was running late
She'd just locked the entrance Gate
And as She left the Sacred Lane
She witnessed how the Victim cried

Why have You forsaken me

What Veronica saw
Between the shakes and the coughs
The Bloodstains on Her Cloth
Reminiscent of the Face of God



Credits
Writer(s): James Morse
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