Beautiful - some poetry by Pr. Mozolak

our price the blood of Christ
Harvey S. Mozolak

beneath the cross
the broken bars of a fallen door
made table
covered with white linen shroud
there the coinage of our freedom
ransom's redness
cupped by broken loaf
the meal eaten
on the run
at the great escape
through the empty tomb
of waters parting
slavery
behind the snorting
of the horses chained to chariots
amid Pharaoh’s sinking spears and armor
this the shout of the other side
in the sand and broken shells
on the way
thankful for the filling spitted lamb
flat bread and waking wine
consumed without waste in haste
alleluias as yet unpacked
from bundles tied with worries
fear packed on our backs
and in our arms
reaching toward the promise


cost
Harvey S. Mozolak

our price
the dice rolled
in the blood of Christ
this will suffice
the chance God takes
for our given
seamless surety