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J.M. Diener

May 2004

Blue-black iron through ashen wrist
Impaled in gray-brown wood
Crimson tracks and crimson drops
Now drying, browning blood

Raven locks frame death-white face
Blue-gray in early night
Dark, glazed eyes, eternal lights
No longer shine with life

Color-drained, violence-stained
An image is invoked
No artist’s pen could e’er contend
With such a Masterstroke

Rolling rays of rising sun
Kissing golden hill
Wide in awe the midnight maw
Of grave lies silent, still

Blue-black hair, face shining fair
He strides out of the dark
Smooth brown limbs alive again
Yet nails have left their mark

Glory-crown’d, life resounds
In Him who death’s chains broke
No artist’s pen could e’er contend
With such a Masterstroke!

Written after watching The Passion of the Christ.

How to cite this document (MLA):

Diener, J.M. Masterstroke. May 2004. Feb 14, 2023. <>.

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