I am the first soldier with spear to impale you on your cross. You are the son of god, sent to save us from vanity, covetousness, greed and evil. I salute you
I am the second of soldiers also with spear to impale you on your cross. You are a saviour I see from your back, your halo, your naked skin and bowed head. I try to hide my eyes from your pain. I salute you.
I am soldier three from four. with whip to beat you until your crucifixion. You are but a man that freed me from my shackles. I need to bend my knee for you are also a king amongst these dark times, these countless deaths. We are but barbarians that couldn’t see the folly of our way. With an eyeless face I salute you.
Me I’m neither soldier nor man yet I am number four. I carry no weapon just my words, my prayers and belief. I worship at your feet now as I will forevermore. I’m neither disciple nor anti christ. I prey for you not salute you.
Just a man wrapped in cloth and crown of thorns. I know that you can feel me as I look at you. My body is weak as is my mind of countless requests from humanity. My arms weary from the weight I carry with me everywhere. I am ready for death as death is ready for me. I will not seek mercy nor expect none. My shrunken ribs will guide your spears as shall my back your whip. I seek no crown nor robe. All that I ask for is your love.
#taken from the painting by David Jones. #Cardiff Museum