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On Calvary Hill Jesus' blood drips from the cross..

With the raindrops it mingles.. and pours

into ruts before noon .. made by the dragging cross...

then into rivulets it goes

which to creeks flow

and to streams grow

.. to rivers.. to great rivers.. to bays and gulfs

til finally in ocean seas it merges.

The blood is everlasting.

Even this evening it enters as the residue..

in pine resin.. and mornglobes of dew.

Beetles bib and bees sup

it from each buttercup.

Hummingbirds sip it

in each trumpet flower goblet

It fills the cheeks of little plover

Alice

draughting of a cherrybloom chalice.

Each chrysalis is washed

in the crucible of Christ's rainblood.

Now winds are winding round cocoons

unwinding.

Each lake, every pond, yea every puddle

and rain drop.. is the Holy Grail

holding the Savior's

everlingering blood

and reflecting the SunSon of God.