Monday, October 5, 2015

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. 


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