Christ Our King and Hope, in Poetry

Poems by Ryan Diaz
Photo by  Ismael Paramo on Unsplash

CHRIST IN PARADOX

The God of Golgotha;

Enthroned on a skull.

The conquering king-

With a crown of thorns.

The perpetually loved

And forsaken son.

The eternal God,

Who made flesh his home

And learned to reign

By giving up his throne.


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AMEN

Born on a bedside

Nursed in the dark

Forgotten in the morning

Hidden in the heart.

Shared like a secret

Screamed in despair

Sung like a song

No Sound fills the air.

Carved out of questions

Stitched with a hope

Shaped by the faith

Of men trying to cope.


About Ryan Diaz

Ryan Diaz is a poet, lecturer, and theologian from Queens, NY. He holds a BA in History from St. John’s University, and he is currently completing a MA in Biblical Studies. Diaz’s writing attempts to find the divine in the ordinary, the thin place where fantasy and reality meet. Diaz’s work has been featured in Scribble, Ekstasis, Wingless Dreamer, In Parentheses, Tempered Runes Press, and The Washington Institute. He currently lives in Queens, NY, with his wife, Janiece. For more information, visit Diaz on Instagram.


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Poetry: Burden Racing

Poem by Maed Rill Monte
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The world being 

an auction of methods

and a competition of weights.

Unsatisfied, in seeing much.

Hearing many, knows the minimum.

Somewhere near, even within,

the Spirit leading: there, there.

Far to the back, old and rugged 

and all-permeating: the Cross, the weight

to choose. To boast

of none, but it. To lose

it all, but it.

Shouldering the Cross,

a racetrack comes to sight.

Something tells I’m born to run;

set these feet on glory road.

No horizon light but an inner light;

no score of trumpets but a quiet thought.

Face set like flint, presses on.

The Way to the narrow gate found;

not a walk in the park

but a work of sacrifice—

so the serpent sheds skin on occasion

and even the forbidden tree

let go of one fruit.


About Maed Rill Monte

Maed Rill Monte is a poet hailing from Ormoc City, Philippines. He started crafting poetry at seventeen, influenced by G.K. Chesterton, Edgar Albert Guest and many others. He lives with his family, books, and an unnamed dog. For more, visit him on Facebook or contact him at maedrillmonte@gmail.com.


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