Creative Ponderings - Poetry


a baby,

a Son,

a King,

a servant

a man



a birth

already born

a death

destined for


a love that never fails

Truth that always prevails

a Way

to peace

to the peace 

we seek

in the dark

"hidden" places of our souls

where we can't find rest

until we reach the end

of ourselves and seek


a cross

predestined for Him

and for me.



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