A disciple’s Kiss
put your arms in shackles
The answer lay in the rabbi’s question
son of God, accused of
God conspiracy
Another denied three times
You stood incriminated
in the court of the two kings
The king’s wife who’d dreamt you
warned, doubt an epitome of honesty;
put your necks on a guillotine
Failing to find fault
the kings washed their hands but
the leaders dared to crucify
the Lord’s son with a murderer
The frenzied town was an accomplice
lashes tearing into the flesh
carrying a cross that
drenched in blood
you teetered toward
the resting place of skulls
Climbing on the cross
you carried the burden,
the agony of the blind
incapable of
seeing their inner light
Your wail emerged toward the sky
as the single voice of Humanity
the Darkness and Eclipse of the crucifixion
engulfed the Calvary Mount
The moon froze, soaking in fresh blood
Your life, words, actions
aren’t they a deluge of compassion?
a grace that surrounds life?
Not only the life
even your death is dedicated to us
for us
you are the light, the truth
and the way.
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