Sunday Sonnet!



Outside the camp their villains crucified,
A fitting end who patronage disdain,
No matter gold with dross identified,
Stigma of vile rejection shall remain;
Offenders with Offenceless, side by side,
Hang eerily against a darkening sky,
While Grace supremely reigns, to none denied,
The world of mourners seems to go awry;
Sad followers in desolation leave,
Save huddled group at foot of central tree,
The passing of Beloved One to grieve,
Unmindful that His passing sets them free.
Inside the camp hypocrisy persists,
Where naked compromise of truth exists.

©Meanderings 2018


18 responses to “Sunday Sonnet!

  1. Awesome and profound! Have a great Sunday!

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  2. Ah yes, I was taught that story… but whether I believe it or not, I never “heard” it told so well.


  3. Beautifully expressed and lovely image. Hope you are enjoy a restful and peaceful Sunday – Janet xxx


  4. Great story and wonderful bloom.

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  5. Beautifully written
    I hope you had a wonderful Sunday and may your week be just as wonderful

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  6. Yes indeed, his passing does set us free. But what to do about the grievous compromise of truth which persists to our present time? As usual, packed with dense themes in sinuous verse, Elliott!

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  7. So haunting! The picture goes so well with

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