Vanity

A fragile bird

Floats on dreamlessly

And undisturbed

It has forgotten

The Word

 

The prophets foretold

That God’s love

Would be bought and sold

In pieces of silver

The ripped curtain

Folds

 

Unravelled and stripped

Apart at the seams

See the wounds that bleed

For our broken dreams

 

In a world where we are

But scattered seeds

At the foot of the empty cross

 

Here to grow abundantly

In its victory

Or wither guilt-ridden

In loss…