Selected by Dan Clendenin
A POEM FOR THE FEAST OF CHRIST THE KING
See how this infant boy
lifted himself down
into his humble crèche
and laid his tender glove of skin
against splintered wood —
found refuge in a rack
of straw — home
that chilly dawn,
in sweetest silage,
those shriven stalks.
This outcast king lifted
himself high upon his savage cross,
extended the regal banner
of his bones, draping himself
upon his throne — his battered feet,
his wounded hands not fastened
there by nails but sewn
by the strictest thorn of love.
Pamela Cranston © 2019. Pamela Cranston, Searching for Nova Albion, (Wipf & Stock Publishers, Eugene, OR), 2019, p. 86.
Dan Clendenin: firstname.lastname@example.org
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