One blood red Crown

And on the Cross, one deep red Crown.
Glistens tight, and wrapped in thorns.
Virgin barbed, sharper they hang.
Divine and human. Gift of God.
And on the Cross, all is changed.
Glory hinged, purple rapt.
There for ever, one blood red Crown.
High on the Head of Christ, our Judge.






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Lottie E. Allen
The Feast of Candlemas
2 February
In the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty Two