The Passion of Braided Love

The Passion of Braided Love


The taste of iron floods his mouth

bloodied, battered, and bruised


All times are present now

yet this infinite moment

seems to gasp along longer than the rest


The cup is his

the odor of its contents staggers him


The temptation of why

for what purpose

to what avail

creeps

like a serpent

a temptation by which the fate of all things

hangs by a thread


But a cord of three strands is not quickly broken

these strands of love bear all things, believe all things, hope all things, endure all things


These strands never fail

 

Luke Prohaska is a senior at Kansas State University studying Biochemistry and Spanish. He loves God, books, Hispanic culture, playing piano, dancing, the Eagles, and people who have passion.

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