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down onto the hard, unforgiving earth.
It lands softly covering the dirt, decay, filth,
filling cracks, crevices, corners and ditches.
The water seeping through the thirsty dry deterioration
of cracked parched lips and winter hands.
Blood
drip, drip, dripping, pooling at the base of a cross
like the blood from birds dead by windmills.
Blood that runs in rivulets down the hill through the shadow
to my bent kneeling body
staining, blanketing earth and cracked dry feet
covering, clothing, washing my heart
like fresh fallen snow
the newness that makes all things clean.
~Marcell Warner Bridges
©28 January 2014
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Marcell Warner Bridges is wife, mother, and currently a
student at Lenoir-Rhyne University studying for her Bachelors of Arts in
English.
Marcell has been writing poetry since a young age and desires to
encourage others in their walk with Christ through the written word. Marcell
has been published in several anthologies and frequently shares her work
through her blog: Heart Thoughts http://marcieheartthoughts.blogspot.com/
I will never view snow the same again. I needed to hear in my heart how the blood of Jesus took every nook and crannie and washed it with His very own blood to get my the dirt of my life washed as white as snow. Although I knew these things, there is something refreshing about seeing just how deep His love is for us.Thank you Nan and Marcie for blessing us today. Marcie, your gifts and talents continue to impress and touch my heart. <3 <3 <3
I agree Doodle. The imagery in this poem tugs at my heartstrings. I'm so thankful Marcie let me use it.