Shelly's Poetry for Friday, September 19, 2008

Friday, September 19, 2008

AN ECHO AT MY DOOR Canto III. My Friend

I look up at skull hill, you are not there, but your echo's crying out. I see torn flesh, labored breathing, blood flowing and drying. A crown of thorns, mightier than any worn by mortal man. Somehow in all the injury there is majestic beauty, a loving Sacrifice to save sinners, each and every one.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Shelly's Poetry is a collection of seven poetry books. I plan to share exerpts from each book. Look for poems from The Dragon Trilogy, Under A Tree, Betwixt Crimson & Violet, A Quaker's Celebration Of Faith, Precious Gemstones, A Pilgrimage To Golgatha, Quill & Ink. My poems are entertaining, thought provoking, spiritual and downright fun to read!ENJOY!

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