The Pilgrimage: Part 22 / Phillip Neal Tippin
Adam and I want to know
Where to hide the body.
Nailed to a secure place
So the glory of all things may hang on Him,
The Hung, unwilling to cut Himself down—
The pegg-ed load will hold.
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Contends for
The feast of promise.
That is a blue
To set off trees, ablaze
If they once were
What they aren’t now, bare.
Adam disobeyed to stay
with the one he’s want to keep,
Joseph obeyed to stay
with the one he would to leave,
The Word unfailing.
If obscenity is a question
May I un-ask it,
Guard the place,
Or look past it?
Raised by being detached.
A mine, a trench, or furrow’s
Measure, depth is in the flower
Delve deeply into what is risen there,
A richness ground of grain or power.
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