Abba,
Before Jesus died,
the soldiers took charge
and led him out,
“just politics,”
they said.
Simon of Cyrene took the cross -
bearing him up for a while.
The women who cared for him,
followed,
wailing along the trail.
And still he carried the cross.
And suddenly they were there
the skull
the horrid mount
stripped,
naked,
he refused the anesthesia
and was pounded into wood.
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Gambling, laughing,
cursing, mocking,
weeping, hoping,
praying -
a casino at the cross.
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“Mother your son.”
My God!
“why have you forsaken me?”
“Today you will be with me
in paradise.”
then....
“into your hands,
I commit my spirit.”
We saw it!
The blood flowed
and all hell broke loose -
the curtain,
the rocks,
the dead -
Amen
Brother Maria Anthony Serval
of the Franciscan oblates of peace and justice
works among poor and marginalized communities in Denver
Comments (1)
Great job with your poems through the Easter week. You have put words which many of us would have trouble expressing!!!
Posted by VInce Truillo | March 23, 2008 5:43 AM
Posted on March 23, 2008 05:43