By Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
sleep sleep sleep or wake and breath
and wonder if surrounding wreath
for who is dying dreaming play
or or thinking hurt and walk away
the desperate or numb appeal
of soporific fall and keal
to stand upright or knowing lie
and sit to listen knowing why
You speak and comfort flesh cool kiss
inflame enlighten guide to bliss
through path of thorns in foot, hands, face
so calmed or troubled interlace
and interweave with solace' shaped
for growth in You and heart love creped
redecorated with Your blood
by thorn extracted, nail-made flood
until Your bride is placed in bed
of flowers from Your thorn-pierced head
o beautious pain that lanced my dark
and gave me peace, a living spark