Golgotha

[Tinker]

Golgotha

"Release the thief, nail Jesus to the cross."
The crowd shouts, "Crucify Him!"
Pilate washes his hands,
a blameless man,
Our Lord.

They roared
and it began,
a thorny woven strand
was wound upon his head, no glim
of compassion for suffering, for loss.

A heavy wooden beam, no one could toss,
placed upon His back, straining limbs,
in pain, struggling to stand,
a caravan,
adored.

A sword
is thrust and ran
into his side, a brand,
while spikes are hammered into skin,
bone, and flesh, and Jesus nailed to the cross.
                               ~~Judi Van Gorder

Notes:

[dr_con]

Ahh yes You and Joel are reminding me of my upbringing in delightful and sometimes terrifying ways. Loved this piece.

Juris

[Tinker]

Haha,  I really intended to end with the Yellow Star poem but then received a challenge to write a poem using the Verse Form, Balance.  I didn't have a subject so when desperate I fell back on the Holy Day.  I closed my office for the afternoon using Good Friday as an excuse, but instead of going to services I wrote this poem then came home.  I couldn't sit through the Stations of the Cross today.    I promise, Easter will be bunnies and little lambs.

~~Tink

[David W. Parsley]

A blameless man...  Yes, aren't we all...

Thank you, Tinker.

 - Dave