Mojave Crossing

[joneslj3]

White standing on a hillside
Simple and serene
Stretching out in imagery
Two thousand year-old scene

Still stirring strong emotion
Women mourned and cried
Standing on a hillside
Where He bled and died

Strong controversies nowhere
Spring from dessert ground
Like they do in shadows
‘Neath the brace of thorny crown

So curses mixed with wailing
Fill the air near you
You simply mark a hillside
Among the mourning few

And in the mixed emotion
Intrigues sure to come
Yet boxed and covered over
Your way is not undone

While words and laws revile you
You reveal the way
With solemn arms outstretching
Across the world today

The way of life unfolding
Lifeway’s truth here meets
For lives a life once given
In the crossroad’s heat

So desolate and seeming
Far from noisome crowds
Yet crowds and noise now teaming
Spring up from desert shroud

The voice of One now calling
Ancient words yet new
From wilderness to highways
From this deserted view

White standing on a hillside
Simple and serene
Stretching out in imagery
Seventy-five year-old scene

Stark and simple, stately
Nothing in Some’s eyes
All winsome, nothing saying
Saying all to None’s surprise

Written by joneslj3
© 2009