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![]() ![]() RepetitionNot in an ancient saga But on Galilee's warm hills Did I see the spring green Jesus' thorn crown. A lonely shrub insignificant and not high.. Spreading countless claws Like a bird of prey Under its tender leaves... Ready to twist again And perch furiously on the forehead Of a new prophet... Yes, from such twigs was woven The thorny halo of the martyr, Set off to suffer alone The sins of the huge world... Spring again is coming - Festive bells will revive The grey day Of Christ's resurrection. But I see - The thorn-crown Along the road to Golgotha Has resurrected too.
March, 1995 Galilee Lake
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