I have a bitterness that runs <br />Deep. when Jesus cursed <br />The fig tree, it <br />Gave nothing sweet. <br /> <br />No good fruit <br />No wine pours from <br />Me, not at all. <br />So I have been told. <br />I am comfortable with that. <br /> <br />It seems, however to me <br />He was cursed too. <br />Going to Golgatha <br />Stripped, striped <br />Beaten near to death. <br /> <br />You have to hit bottom <br />For a resurrection, for an <br />Attempt at salvation. <br /> <br />To rise, to ascend <br />To save, to understand. <br />I am comfortable with that <br />It makes sense to me. <br /> <br />Right now though <br />I am cursed, bitter <br />You were right my dear Amy, <br />What are patterns for?<br /><br />r james sterzinger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/just-before-jerusalem/
