Rising wind
Falling fire
Life abiding
Soul’s desire
Word speaking
Babel cure
Earth renewing
Spirit pure
Claim us
Cleanse us
Make us
Yours
Monday, June 13, 2011
Saturday, June 11, 2011
Olivet
before the kiss of death had stung,
where he had healed with but a touch
the servant’s ear that Peter cut,
the risen Lord returned that day,
gave friends the charge to preach and pray,
then to heaven was lifted up
to set the place where we will sup.
Labels:
Ascension poem,
Mount Olivet,
Olivet poem,
poem,
poetry,
Stephen Pohl
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