The Rest of the Story

Out of the eater comes something to eat,
Shrouded in savagery, savor still sweet;
Hellish inhumanness holds in her womb
Heavenly holiness, beauty pre-bloom.

Sunrise allures for the cold midnight past,
Feasting is finest preceded by fast,
Rescue more lauded the fiercer the fire,
God more creative for making from mire.

No stirring story is cinched on page one,
No cross explained till the crown has been won,
No Savior risen who once was not dead,
No woe awaiting where God has not led.

Ed Morris, 2012

This page copyright © 2012 Edward A. Morris.  Created October 14, 2012.  Last updated October 14, 2012.

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