Cinematic Poetry

March 2023

A cinematic poem in collaboration with other creatives on the beauty of redemption:

Fall once more, the Prophecy spelled,
is killing all the sweetest fruits,
yet spine of Skull Hill stays upheld,
grounded by its rugged roots.

Floodgates broken, torn like bread,
overflowing, pure blood-red.
Prune the dead ones please, I beg,
could they not take me instead.

Where dandelions wished on sin
and petals of unsettled lilies fell,
I now wade in wine-soaked skin,
reaching out from Jacob’s well.

Dissenting, our body grows violent;
Descending, His body goes quiet.
Veil of secrets, always hallowed,
pierced by Light, no longer shadowed.

Cold comfort, a megalith of death,
rolls away from the Garden Tomb.
But death is not what chills my breath,
for I stand alone in an empty room.

There is one shadow yet to expose
since the day-star finally rose:
behind me is the warmth I seek;
He’ll blanket this abyss of bleak.

Linen lamented in loss will tarnish,
but the truth returns to restore us,
found in blossoms brushed like varnish
all in snow-white–a floral forest.

Bereaving, our body strays doleful;
Believing, His body stays soulful.
I have new sight, though the end is upon us,
doused in His Light, an undying promise.

Spring undying, sewn in heartache,
is weaving glory into every season.
Wild sunflowers, grown by mistake,
turn to the Sun for their completion.

Stars, lampstands, endless crowns
make way for every tear to drown.
The River flows like Jacob’s well,
but, oh, He pulled my soul from hell.

This hope is golden but never garish,
wrapped in a rapturous covenant.
I release the fading flower I cherish
just for His branches to recover it.

Assenting, our body brings burgeoning;
Ascending, His body springs flourishing.
His blazing eyes paint us all in splendor:
to be mesmerized in sweet surrender.

.Words & Visuals by Cameron Miller
Music by Eli Woodward
Voiceover by Meg Retrum