[to Jesus the Christ, the Lion of Judah (the overcoming one...)]
the brigands go the other way;
calumny stares stone-statue dead
at the white-frost crossroads
in my head
suddenly everything
turned to song.
white flowers staunched
the senseless wounds
where late and long my soul had bled
and I cannot relate to you
how suddenly the winter fled.
everything suddenly turned to song
the hand upraised struck down
at last
and evil's anvil hatched and passed
flowed by You into
silver stars.
I wept at Your bright armies;
and I could only bow my head
when-
wolfish sorrows stalked away
and shadow-puppet Scorn
knew Dread.
suddenly everything turned to song
like a forever Eastertide
and we were finally by Your side
and couldn't be overthrown-
mary angela douglas 7 february 2010
*After C,S, Lewis, Chronicles of Narnia
