CROWNS

 “Love one another as I have loved you.” ~ Jn. 13:34

Your patience, Lord o’erwhelms

my limping mind: seven decades

to prepare it for swift sowing

since harvest time draws near.

Crown of thorns to interpret

sought I vainly; like a flash

was it revealed.  We name you King,

Christ Jesus, rejoice to place a crown

upon your head.  Ah, how we need

a crownèd king to make

our lives blissful – as each

imagines bliss.

Only humans, crowned by wish

or force, know how the gold,

the gems, as thorns begin to press

yet rarely speak out this truth.

Alas, of many reasons for thorn crown

forced on your head, my God,

is foolish wish for ideal king

in minds like mine, proud of pebbles

from shores of a sea of books –

Platonic ruler regretting

till The Mask of Apollo you lifted

to reveal how little I knew

true kingship: yours.

Your Love is your crown,

Your Kingdom a Heart

opened to draw us in.

 

© 14 June 2022 by Ruth Heredia

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