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Sonnets
Poet Lariat
REVELATION
At the very time You end Your task
they said You showed Yourself;
that dying tore away the mundane mask
and life, in death, displayed its untold wealth.
We thought the cross defined defeat
blew out the flickering light of fantasy;
dire signal of humanity’s retreat;
displaced, with cruel force, the ecstasy.
The struggle o’er, the bleeding ceased
He’s carried to the cave-like tomb
the body, from its pain released
rests in a silent second womb.
Then we see, when all accomplished is,
death destroyed, and victory, ours and His.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission