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.