Today's poem, Circlet, has been written for many months, and has one of my favorite titles yet. The thorns Jesus wore are typically referred to as a crown, but I have always loved the term circlet. The image of Christ, sitting at the right hand of God, in pure white, with a circlet of gold replacing those thorns is a glorious one indeed.
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And the soldiers led him away into the hall, called Praetorium; and they call together the whole band.
And they clothed him with purple, and platted a crown of thorns, and put it about his head,
And began to salute him, Hail, King of the Jews!
And they smote him on the head with a reed, and did spit upon him, and bowing their knees worshipped him.
And when they had mocked him, they took off the purple from him, and put his own clothes on him, and led him out to crucify him.
- Mark 15:16-20 (KJV)
