Jonathan Beale- A Poem

At Golgotha, then…. Who’d have thought?

We sat beneath

the bodies hung

            upon

The crosses.

Of the dead, dead wood

And beneath

The belting sun

Drawing and giving

            Life.  

looking at their

Eyes and their

Grimaces.  The rope

The nails.  Their blood

Dowsed the sand

Beneath.  Offering a

new hope for new

Generation

             Who

would have thought

anybody, any soul

Could be unbroken

by this. By this

unfathomable

situation

that has written

books….

2000 years

Hence.