Iron clad blood red



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Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust
Enter this Temple,
in You I trust

Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak

Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps…

Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest —
my Lord, my Rule

(C) Christine Ueri

Master Stonemason

Amidst vineyards and streams

rickety bridges, burnt ridges

lies a stone pillar erect

Ebenezer, rock of help to protect

Teach, observe, promise to serve

no wicked intent or self-serving word

Mizpah, watchtower, amidst almond flower

The Master carves out his heritage dream

Gentle rest in valleys green

Shepherd’s wake from hilltop eye view

Finds source of springs to refresh and renew

Lest our wine-skins burst at their seams.

Image: William Mark Fisher painting – American Gallery WordPress