We’re jousting over at dVerse Poets Pub today as the tournament continues. The challenge is to take one line from either Brian’s or Claudia’s poem, posted there, and write a new poem with that one line included. I cheated a little and took the last two lines of Brian’s poem to create this one.
The Cost
I need no reminder
the cost.
I see it in the grieving faces
of the mourners as his funeral.
I see it in the furrowed brow
of a mother whose child is behind bars.
I see it on the network news
night after bloody night.
I see it in the mirror
looking at a life that could have been
but was delayed, hindered by disobedience and fear.
The cost of disobedience,
of “freedom” that isn’t truly free,
but a prison, as we become slaves to sin.
I need no reminder
the cost.
Still I’m reminded every day.
And then I recall the cost
He paid
to redeem what is lost.
To us the cost is consequences;
to Him the cost was to give His all
to save us from the ultimate cost.