Who can stand

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I stand before the cross of Christ
Or… no, I can’t. I have no right.
I have no right to stand here, free
When he, the holy one, has died – for me!

I bow before the cross of Christ
And weep
And weep
And weep my thanks

His blood poured out in love for me
His body hanging on that tree
It leaves me with nothing
Nothing
Nothing to say except
Thank you
And I’m sorry
And thank you.

What else can I say

The King of Kings is Coming

Here’s a poem I wrote one December after a stressful Christmas Eve shopping trip.

work in progress

The King of Kings is coming
I’m off to buy a tree
and baubles and some tinsel
and some yummy things for tea

The King of Kings is coming
I must get the presents wrapped
Nice perfume for Aunt Mabel
Turkey Whiskas for the cat

The King of Kings is coming
Have I bought enough mince pies?
The shops are closed for one whole day!
Will we have enough supplies?

The King of Kings is coming
It’s time to celebrate
So get one more drink down you
Becaush it’s Chrishmash, mate

The King of Kings is coming
He’s knocking, can’t you hear?
Oh shush, I want to watch this film,
Let’s pretend that we’re not here.




© Meirav M. 2000

(Yes, I wrote this back in December 2000.)

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yes, real

I just wrote a poem about online friendships. In tears.

work in progress

they tell me it’s not real
they say these friendships aren’t the same as
face to face,
meeting for coffee, being in
the same
physical location

and yet
these tears I cry today are real
as are you, the friend who has just…
…vanished

it is easier to vanish
in the online world

and I will probably never know
what happened
and you, my friend
will never know
what a very real hole you left
in my heart



I wish you well, and I will miss you.






© Meirav M. 2016

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