Sunday, October 26, 2014

“Galilean, thou hast conquered!”

There were no fingerprints left upon the waters
    When Jesus walked on Lake Genesareth,
The unrecorded words His fingers penciled
    In dust upon the road are gone like breath.

Yet when the charts and books are all discarded,
    And dreadful in the dawn, the horn is heard,
Above the ended roads, the canceled phrases,
    Behold! The endless Way, the deathless Word.

-- James L Duff

1 comment:

truthfinder2 said...

Enjoyed the poem! Thank you for posting it. ~ Rosemary A.