Seeing Myself Through Him...

Seeing Myself Through Him...
   
In the piercing thorns of his crown, I see me.
In the gaping wound across his side, I see me.
In each of the seething stripes,
In each scarlet teardrop from heaven shed,
In each bruise against heaven’s holy heart,
In that aching chasm bridged with his blood,
I see the whole of me!!

A nomadic soul on a wayward sojourn,
With vanquished dreams of earthly bliss,
Empty pockets and emptier memoirs,
Once I stood at life’s crossroads,
Too blind to see even myself.

The dark wounds of yesteryears
Played a dance of deadly mirth,
Across the remnants
Of what had once been a conscience,
The headstone of a buried me,
Loomed large in atomb
Which others called a heart.

A beacon shimmered through the darkness,
And I saw you, my darling Saviour!
I saw the nail pierced hands,
Which wrought the universe,
Beckoning me to a newer dawn,
And in you I found what was lost.
IN YOU I SAW ME!

Poem By: Malavika Binny,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam

Photo By: Shanu Jose Wilson,St.Alberts College, Ernakulam