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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required (Part 2) The Next Few Hours,Then Homeward. To soon, the road an end did come and I that dreaded stake to the ground did lay, Where without ado, they laid that Holy-man down, Over that stake and through both His hands that they placed above His head, and home they drove that awful iron spike, and not a murmur or cry did that Holy-man uttered in pain, that morn, Not even when they spiked His feet, apart to the post Then three plagues in mockery was nailed to the post above His hands, in the languages used most common at the time, one in Latin, I read out to myself reading, Iesus Nazarenus Rex ludaesrum, Then below another in Greek and one in Aramaic, The latter I could not read and spoke but a bit, Now anger and rage was seething through my veins away I had to flee, away from that gruesome scene. Away I fled, a half league or more, I paused my need to rest and myself to calm, Never could I understand the bestiality's of man there under a barren Olive tree, I laid me down and soon asleep I fell, for the horror to escape, It was the chill of the afternoon that woke me in the haze of sleep I heard an anguished cry, rendered from the heart in a voice loud, In Aramaic, I could tell sounded clear "Eli, Eli Lema Sabachthani" which meant to me "My God, My God why have you abandoned Me", and of a sudden the sky grew dark and foreboding, and a lull fell over the land, Enough now had I of ludaea, enough of cruelty, and of mayhem rife, home-ward I decided to steer my way, home to my land, Just on a score of days I traveled to my home, my family and land, Now often as I work the fields and plough I still feel His hand, His Holy hand upon my shoulder, see His gentle smile and His voice sweetly, coursing thro' my mind "You too will sip this cup with Me to the end of time", and indeed truly blessed I felt. Now I have heard along the grape vine that Holy-man was called Jesus by name and that as His name implies, meaning a Savant Saviour for all, that and much more He was. And wonders of wonders they said He rose from the dead, He never died Praise God I said, He never died on That torturous detested stake.
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