The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Sacrifice

Each moment
echoing the touch
the pain rising
acheing within,
a longing to be
together.

Your voice evokes
tender memories
crushed by the
heaviness of heart
that gasps at the
space between us.

How did I release
the grip that held us
close as one
We fall
into the surrounding
wilderness.

When will the hand
outstretched
catch us and
restore his
creation.
How?
Confusion.
Trust.

We lie on the
altar of love
the table of
sacrifice
our hearts
exposed.

Can I deny my Lord,
nor can I deny you.
but I must,
my heart lies severed
bleeding from both
wounds.

I desire a dingle heart
one whole and healthy
one worthy of its creator's
Love
Bruised an beaten for his
Name, yet one.

Could we not bleed
together in Love.
and share His body
instead of our own
worlds and desires.
How?
Feel his
Love.
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