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 Apr 2015 Jean Rojas
SE Reimer
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on an evening dark,
in a garden afar,
eternity settled,
in a pivotal hour.

a son on his knees,
a cry out for grace;
an angel dispatched,
is a father's embrace.

in flesh, see him grasping,
wrestling with fear;
in spirit, triumphant,
as death is laid bare.

a struggle intense,
sweat running as blood;
salvation begotten,
conceived out of love.

in example embodied,
such a terrifying word;
forever redeeming,
my fallen world.

in that moment defined,
the cup is embraced,
a purpose divine,
restoring this race.

submissive love;
"not my will but yours."
scandalous love;
my hope it secured.

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*post script.

endurance of the scandalous,
the rescue of the scoundrel,
full measure of the marvelous,
to re-ignite in us His candle.

Good Friday, my dear friends!
You say,
"You should let me love you."
And my heart skips a beat.

You say,
"You should let me love you."
And my apple-cheeks redden.

You say,
"You should let me love you."
And all my fears disappear.

You say,
"You should let me love you."
And I know that's all I want too.

You say,
"You should let me love you."

I must confess
I'm broken-hearted, damaged, and
I don't know how...

But when you say,
"You should let me love you."
I'll say,
"Ok."
I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
 Apr 2015 Jean Rojas
AP
suspend me underneath natural light that reflects from your soul
shower me with your promising words that flow blissfully like spring drizzle on an atoll
the time has come, as my bud is finally opening for sprout
ready to meet your eyes, for I have grown to trust, and have shed my doubt
but it is in this revealing moment that you burn my orchid petals
and watch the charcoal shriveling of my innocent vines
as they disintegrate to moonless black in your hands
and the fauna and flora cry with my pain as they question your senseless  crime
Injustice they yell! Love mustn't become lie, thou lack the universal testament of time?
now you bury my ash remains with the same deceitful hands
under the soil that must resurrect me with insidious plans
because as i blossom i must face this process again...
you were the match that danced so sneakily on my wick
as your love was guaranteed, but it blackened with my hope
nature waits despondently again for a true love
*tick, tick, tick
I'm out of the country so I haven't been able to write for a while, but the flowers here have inspired this

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