He gently entered a different world
Reached for the door and silently came inside
Light illuminating the prison cell.
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He walked through the dark limitless graveyard
Heart pounding, legs shaking, broken hearted,
Conquered death, slowly destroying evil.
—–
He came leaning on a miserable crutch
Every moment, every day, endured pain,
Tasted the salt as tears stung his pure cheeks.
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He stood on the verge of this endless bridge
Felt the moment, quiet motivation,
Jumped, turned, danced with anguish, eyes wide open.
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He reconciled a world, ripped, torn apart
From reality, from eternal alienation
Sacrificed everything in his pure love.
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Written for Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
Alan, I enjoyed the various stanzas of this poem, but I most especially appreciated the final stanza…which talked about the greatest Gift of all.
Your poem is overwhelming … Beautifully composed.
To come inside this world at all was a gift..captivating imagery
The most beautiful gift there is.
This is beautiful. Read like a meditation and so appropriate for this Christmas season. And what a gift it is.
I too like the meditative tone of your poem Alan!
Pure love, the greatest gift of all ~
A sweet dose of Christ consciousness, yes, please; reminding us that regardless of the strife, hate, violence, & cruelty all around us, the universe does have a common denominator, Love, the solution, the answer to everything. Nice job; thanks.
and what greater gift could their be than his death for us…and his return…bringing with it hope and our faith…
Maybe if more of us tasted the salt of tears and kept our eyes wide open, we would treat one another with the respect everyone deserves.
God always has love for all.
beautiful image of hands becoming a heart and your poem is exquisite-
An unexpectedly wild story here. Quite captivating and mysterious.
A beautifully reflective piece. Enjoyed the way the poem unfolded, alan…:)
A poignant moment of truth! It revolves around the gift of love that one craves. It is much needed in the present day environment of uncertainties. Great write Alan!
Hank
A beautiful poem, so heartfelt. š
The best gift to give is something of ourselves. Lovely.