Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Good Poetry

This is a poem by Karsten Piper entitled Luke 18.25. I didn't understand it at first until I got to the last line, it brings it all together. Check it out.

rick

4 comments:

Christopher said...

ZACK, when are we going to go shoot things? Lick clay pigeons.

Rick Healey said...

I think you meant like, clay pigeons, not lick clay pigeons. Also I don't even think Zac reads this blogs why don't you just email him.

leo said...

Dude that is an amazing poem... trials take on a whole new meaning. And not just trials, but the act of salvation. Brilliant!

Alex said...

Cool poem