Blueness

Blueness

Six million dead
and the blueness
of a wound, scars
in the inward parts,
is there a blueness
to revive us? None.
But the bruises
of a perfect lamb
chastised for peace,
for justice, for mercy.
His blue bruises mingled
with scarlet cleanses
white, weightless white.
See hidden here in the
prophets’piercing pages
of shadowy mysteries.
Blue and scarlet mixed
turned purple, fitting
for a king,
while the blind behold
blinding sunlight and
Him, whom they pierced.
©️Bonnie Saul Wilks

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