There was a time of utmost grief,
A dalliance with disbelief,
Depression came as though a thief,
Alas, that time was long not brief…
Below the mouth that hides my teeth,
I bore my burden like a wreath
And there it dangled underneath,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Yet I persisted, day by day,
Knowing that it chose to stay,
Causing me to pause and pray,
Asking why God should delay…
Yet melancholy had its way,
Causing my wrecked soul to stray,
With that ****** wreath still on display,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Upon a quest I chose to go,
Perchance that then my strength would grow,
Perchance new hope would overflow,
To combat dark thoughts borne of woe…
And only then, God made me know,
The awesome debt to Christ I owe,
Till at His Cross I knelt below,
The emblem of my sorrow…

Denis Martindale April 2018.

Lord Jesus knew what this week meant... no need to tell Him so...
His miracles were Heaven-sent... yet soon He had to go...
To leave behind disciples here... tormented by their grief,
With every kind of mortal fear... and even disbelief...
The prophecies must come to pass... the whip, the crown, the Cross...
Man's wisdom but a fragile farce... Christ's life itself the loss...
And soon my Saviour's Blood was shed... the end for Christ was nigh...
By faith, my Saviour paid Man's debt... as Mary wept nearby...
Behold the Lamb of God, indeed... no other lamb for me...
Because His Cross fulfilled each need... that day... on Calvary...
Yet let's rejoice that God forgives, despite Man's evil hours...
God raised His Son, Lord Jesus lives! He's yours, He's mine, He's ours!

Denis Martindale April 2018.

When Jesus died for you, for me... did Jesus die in vain?
He left behind a legacy... a treasure we might gain...
The crown of thorns Christ had to bear... His robe gone, more or less...
Meant crowns of glory saints could wear... and robes of righteousness...
Beyond the sorrows and the loss... beyond the dreadful pain...
God gave Christ hope... beyond the Cross... death's power to restrain...
The promise of eternity... the Bride of Christ and more...
That's why Christ died for you, for me... no matter, rich or poor...
But what a price Christ had to pay... with John and Mary there...
Six hours long He had to stay... each evil sin to bear...
And when Christ died, He took them all, so that God could forgive...
Amazing grace... God's miracle... God's gift that we might live...
That's why a billion saints proclaim... We're saved! I'm saved! It's true!
And yet I ask in Jesus Name... Has Jesus saved you, too?

Denis Martindale April 2018.

The Saviour stood a broken man... scourged by the Roman whips...
Aware that death was still God's plan... as even more blood drips...
So all Mankind would look to Christ... then see their Saviour there,
Aware that He was sacrificed... for all Man's sins to bear...
The Holy One, God's only Son... the Lamb of God, indeed,
No angels stopping what was done... for Jesus had to bleed...
Yet for Mankind, the Saviour prayed... 'Forgive, them, Father, please...'
To prove He cared and still obeyed... to bring lost souls His peace...
The Gospels don't explain each pain... that Jesus Christ endured,
The pain that drove most men insane... till finally, death cured...

Lord Jesus held on to His faith... awaiting Paradise...
Outstanding courage... Oh, so brave... for He must pay sin's price...
Then it was done... His head slumped down... and Mary wept for sure...
Did John pick up the fallen crown... the crown his friend once wore?
Could God raise Jesus from the dead? John was afraid to ask...
Could God restore the blood Christ shed? Was that too hard a task?
Disciples come, disciples go... John grieved then walked away...
Because, you see, he didn't know... the power of that day...
But Sunday came... and Good News, too... John's friend had conquered death...
How do I know that God loves you? JESUS OF NAZARETH!


Denis Martindale April 2018.

Don’t you feel that we really belong because
There are windmills in your eyes
Darker than for your mother’s sadness when she goes
Away into the loneliness in her kitchen:
And there doesn’t have to be any more reason for these
Tattoos except that I went away to Spain so many odd years
Ago:
I barely graduated high school: a truant with a purple
And silver jaw who is no longer beautiful-
Lost so long ago: kidnapped by the long extinctions of fireworks:
Each peeling whistle strangely reminiscent of our lives together,
Until collected under another school bus, I have nothing
Else to do but to listen to the long day as it rains
In fake knives- and my Muse named Alma turns in,
Frowning over my misuse of the queens language and all of
My scars, scarred like a spearing pylon
Presumptuous in the bay that the terrapins circle, with jokes
And farts, as she bites her fingernails,
And the green cannons bask in the seashells of the afternoon sky:
It might as well be Easter with the beauty resurrected there:
And the airplanes like metamorphosed school buses,
And the stewardesses languishing there, high atop the
Revolutions and serving drinks, smiling with the affable
Insouciance that I remembered all of my sweet hearts giving to me
From high school.

praying to dad, kneeling in the cool of the day, feeling cursed as an olive tree, lost in the red-deep shadows of inevitable choice, looking through tears, years in the making, staring into the stillness of a longest goodnight, with a dry kiss goodbye, facing an undeniable betrayal, secure in the blooded palm of God's hand, in agony

It baffles my mind every day
that someone would die for me
in such an excruciating kind of way.

I think of it all the time
how this man could show love
as such a beautiful sign.

How His loving hands covered in blood
could evaporate our sins and shame
so we could be loved.

We will always remember this one man
who died on this Easter day
loves us more than anyone can.

Forty white birds ask us to be over forty,
Thirty-three wide, 40 long...
More space to see the sky from the earth...
Live time we are alive hearing pass the time.

Forty spread God's word behind us,
And 33 distributed to our entire main front...
Forty long by 33 wide...
It is the crypt of our dreams waiting Reborn.

Tracks 40 and 33 also,
We are told flies through the world and exclaims before the creation
Your experiences,
However it is measurable only those who drag us,
In our range of life 40 x 33 ... we remain trapped and limited...

Jesus has its coordinated laptop,
We walk exponentially multiplying our life within the limits,
And their word will continue to walk with his Gospel, larger crypt which deserves a mortal on earth.

Jesumani and not Getsemani,
Crimping Christian temples...
Via Crucis Vialucis and No Viacrucis...
Generosity and no Privacy,
All the world's forests exceeding your shoulders,
It will be waiting for your return, you release your body breathe
And consecrate the spirit of all over 40 long and 33 wide.

Jesumani is more to think about to be reborn...
Is coming with handfuls of experience back the changes gives us eternity...



Life is eternal,
Eternal is dreaming,
Eternal is glistening,
Eternal is eternal,
Eternal life is hyper,
Hyper dream,
Hyper heal,
Hyper revive,
Hyper resurrect...
Hyper the gentle voice of a child,
Hyper the voice of one or more,
Hyper oxidant and execration Dream,

Forty enough the magnitude of our crypt in Heaven,
So as being take a path,
So I'll get my hands icy missing 33 to gather the meditations I dare tell me, something lost in life not knowing what else I have to live and let me do it.

Thunderclap and thunders and lightning sound come,
Big thing altogether deafening even today not having ears...

As I said, every Easter to come hear me the white birds and I sing psalms growth of my crypt, my great all inclusive resort for all to visit me in my large crypt, in my renovated say ...

Declaim to stand without getting tired, just hearing 40 and 33.
Easter, World Holy, Holy Word ...holy Eternity...


Jose Luis, Easter 2018.
Majoris Hebdomadae Mundus Deo

I slash my eyes into your version and allowed my dress to sway

A sly grin on my "innocent" face, you thought my lips couldn't pay

"Who would? Be honest, Who ever could?"

"That is the question... Who could ever love me? Some just believe they should"

"But just because they believe they SHOULD doesn't mean they can or COULD... Understand?"

"Only someone with unconditional forgiving love could. Godly love is rare in this land"

"Who could want? Someone with a forgiving, merciful, kind soul. Yes very few."

"But those very few are one of the biggest blessing I needed. Our Savior knew."

"And I know because of Christ, we'd fight for one another. My Savior would fight for me"

"A worthless, rebellious, burning, wicked, soul torn. disturbing, confused flea"

"A sinner, a shadow, who only hides to prepare the perfect timing to fight back"

"Fight back with love, kindness, mercy, and wisdom, This world's system I will hack"

"He sacrificed himself for a shadow, He gave up his life to save me from Hell's flaming bed sheets

"I'M ANSWERING!!! I AM LOOKING AT ME!!! I HAVE BEEN FOR WEEKS!!!"

"I KNOW  HOW DISTURBING  MY SINS ARE AND HOW WRETCHED MY WORDS CAN BE!!!

"BUT THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE!!! I HAVE PLENTY TO SAY!! MY VOICE ISN'T WEAK!!!"

"Yes... I may be like a Cat, but this wild cat is still being tamed!!!

"Jesus lended his hand, He lended his hand to be nail to the cross, a cross of shame..."

"His body was the payment, his blood was the price, his perfection and holy life was the cost."

I felt my heart grow hot as I seen their mind was far from lost

Like dust they disappeared with the wind and I looked back into the mirror of myself

It's funny how we can lie and deceive ourselves... and put the truth on the shelf.

The dear Lord knows I struggle with a double thinking mind

I know the Lie and I know the Truth, as long as I seek him, solutions and peace I know I'll find