Upon the Cross

Upon the cross
Of torture
The
Centre of the universe
Head of starry crowns
most high
Wreathed in thistles
Blood draining down
Now bowed limp with pain

If he had looked up
Would have seen
Blue black skies
sullied by divine rage.

With his tortured vision
Bloodied blotches
Whirlpools of  manifold
darkness
Faint fading light...
Whorls of mysterious compassion
Gearing to receive embrace

Instead he is silent withdrawn
A pin point of focus
Focusing all
Human pain
Igniting compassion
For ages
Generations to come
Fathering human
Mercy...

Ascension above physical senses
A soul shooting up to dizzyingly beautiful heights
Far over
Frail human horrizon.

How horribly wounded
Too terribly mangled
Eyes a butchery
Of blood streaming
Like future adoration
Too far gone
To look up and see
Salvation.

He only looked up once
Just another
Tired human in dread pain
Dreaming of his eventual realease

Eli eli lama sabachthani?

No one
Not a soul
No gentle mother's hand over brow
To wipe sweat yet
Tears washed out
Those suffering eyes
From which
Burst forth
A last deluge
Of mercy
For human plight.

Generous gentle brave heart
He cried
For our forgiveness
Interceding with his
Divine Father...

Father
Forgive them
For they know not what they do.

Afterwards
When you and I walked away
from holiness.
Leaving behind his lifeless lonesome figure on
Stricken cross....

Afterwards when dumb beasts
Cried out
Lamenting
Human creed

Afterwards
When He was gone
The terrible skies wept.

In Credo Deum Unum
Screamed the rain. ....

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