Does God still have a body? Buried though
he was? And risen now as from a seed
with root and stem. Then branches, varied, grow
up like cedars towering above those reeds
that fringe the Styx where souls are ferried slow
to find new bodies. It’s said they’ll never bleed
again nor fear an ambush from their harried foe.
The body’s manacled joys have all been freed
to find such loves that not even the married know.
Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:
Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants, Noah Wakes from a Recurring Nightmare, Abram the Pagan, For the Sake of the Few, The Deception of Jacob, The Unspeakable Name, A Sound of War in the Camp, A Lament for Michal, The Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of Joy, Numbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, Jonah, The Years the Locusts have Consumed
For more poems exploring multi-syllabic rhymes here on Moss Kingdom, check out these: Panda Loose in My Brain, Jonah, Come Thou Dayspring, I Love it When you Call me Khaleesi, Paper Hearts, Does God still have a body?