Saturday, November 11, 2006
I wrote this elisabethan sonnet for my english lit class and thanks to Stephen Trask I got an A!
NailedIn golden light by holy halo spread
The mouths go over mounds of leaking flesh.
Momentous joy is broken like the bread;
When seed from stem now flow as flails did thresh.
The crimson red of purple wounds will shed
Its tears that waited for the greatest death.
The sheets are white but blackened be this bed
Though screams and sighs were held beneath the breath.
Through holes in hands and feet I held him down
But sacrificed he only was in vision,
So pale the skin that broke under his crown,
So bright the rays that gleamed in his incision.
If God does reign then how can he have failed?
Could be he made you Christ to get you nailed.
Linn,12:32 AM
Sunday, November 05, 2006
Linn,10:04 AM
