Poetry

By

Betty Deloris Arotin



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The Third Hour


From a broken heart

Love poured out and flowed

Across the world, darkened

The sky, scourged the earth.

Into the abyss it hurled

The majestic mountains,

The mightiest brought down,

Whispered in the thunder,

And with a furious sound

Rent the veil of the temple.

The Holy of Holies bared

To the eyes of the Gentile,

And all generations shared

In the defilement of love

Abused - crucified; how hard

And with what agony

An old love must die.

Let pour the blood rank with disease

Down with the concealing veil.

Here - in the open - where all can see

A new love will prevail.

Grieve not for something lost,

Nor weep over a broken heart,

For love can hold together

Even as it tears apart.





All poems in this web-based eBook have been transcribed and edited from author's handwritten journals compiled between 1963 through 1969.