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Easter 2014

I watched them drag him away We all watched as they dragged him down the road I was angry and sad I couldn’t bear to look upon his bruised face I remember him too well He forgave me I was termed an adulteress And was brought before him for judgment But he shunned my accusers And he gave me a second chance And now I am helpless to help I thought they would protest They all loved him yesterday But they wanted blood it was like a free show I turned away, fell on my face and wept I watched them flog him I watched them bruise him And I prayed I prayed so fervently That He would take the life of all of them All of them who betrayed All the soldiers that so eagerly whipped and mocked My heart was bitter and heavy I only prayed he won't suffer But he suffered Suffered from their betrayal Suffered because they loved him no more And as they put the crown of thorns on his head I cried out I stood there till he breathe his last breath Watching him And when he said "forgive them" That was all I heard but I felt like he saw me Through all the shouting and chanting I felt like he saw only me I felt like he was speaking to me and I turned away I rent my clothes unbelieving of his love for these people I felt the earth quake and heard the stories I wept wondering what would be left of the earth But somehow I knew he would come back At first it was just grief I refused to believe him dead But then the rumors came The messiah has risen I thought it was the wicked that had come to taunt us But I heard the story from John About a free ticket to heaven And I took it without a second thought He is the reason I sing So let me celebrate Easter Let me celebrate love, resurrection and grace

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Date: 5/30/2014 9:07:00 AM
Comfort, this is such a wonderful write, putting yourself there at the cross and feeling everything the apostles must have felt. You put the reality of it all on the page. It is something to truly celebrate. Brilliant, Blessings, Carl
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