Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST CHRIST, by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK First Line: Your skill has fashioned stately creeds Last Line: The man of nazareth. Subject(s): Jesus Christ | ||||||||
Your skill has fashioned stately creeds, But where is He, we pray The friendly Christ of loving deeds? He is not here today. With sentences that twist and tease, Confusing mind and heart, You forge your wordy homilies And bid us heed your art. But where is Heor can you tell? Who stilled the brothers' strife, Who urged the woman at the well To live a better life? Where is the Saint of Galilee, Crude Peter's faithful guide; The man who wept at Bethany Because His friend had died? We weary of your musty lore Behind dead walls of gray; We want His loving words once more By some Emmaus way. Give us the Christ who can bestow Some comfort-thought of death. Give us a Christ our hearts can know The Man of Nazareth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEN CHRIST by ANDREW HUDGINS MEDITATION ON SAVIORS by ROBINSON JEFFERS COMPANIONSHIP by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK TO A WREN ON CALVARY by LARRY LEVIS THE TRANSFIGURATION by EDWIN MUIR SOUNDS OF THE RESURRECTED DEAD MAN'S FOOTSTEPS (#3): 1. BEAST, PEACH.. by MARVIN BELL ABRAHAM LINCOLN by THOMAS CURTIS CLARK |
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