#crucifixion
The Great Vigil of Easter
I.
Oh the wounded bee-
How I search for thee!
Gaze fixed upon bloom & branch
Watchful eye for the bird's launch
The Spear of Longinus
Shall be scorned
O Christ's side bled
Redemption's Crimson crutch
Sufficed as a living sacrifice
Curse the shameful, embedded crown
Wounded devotion to the wary Crucifix
Watchers for new morning's balmy pomp
Sorrow's eyes wept for Him
II.
Eastern skies mourn,
A pink aura evokes bright & clear
A roar of empty silence befalls the fellow
Who pierced the intercostal of the
Lamb
Blessed be the day the sun arose thrice
Resurrection-
The robin alights the empty tomb,
It's profane beak shall speak
A ringing shrill cries out oncemore
Proclaim!
Proclaim!
Proclaim!
III.
He has arisen!
Cloths of deathly toil lie still folded in secret!
Entombed but free as sure as day!
Jars of spice & aromatic healing salve sit
An angel rested upon this Collosal Stone!
How those women shook!
As an angel hushed the away their fear
A pin could drop so soundless but awake
Thorns of beastly rose have turned away
Sun will forever haunt on this curious day
IV.
The Stone has transcended His vanishing!
Litany of cereub & seraphim alike,
Resting upon Heaven's Crown,
Peering down at shivering humanity
Bejeweled spectre was born prostrate
O for the glory of the Spring's Lofty Kiss
In the arms of springtime's redemption
Blessed be! oft this Impressed Lip
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:48 AM UTC
He walks down the hall,
With a crown twisted in thorn,
Painted with blood,
And spit on with scorn.
More precious than Solomen’s diadem,
Dabbed with jewels of blood,
Yet still taken with love
To serve every one of us.
His welts are deemed as spangles,
And they’ll tell His story
Crown of thorns twisted in horror,
Yet worn with His glory
Sep 27, 2024
Sep 27, 2024 at 7:25 AM UTC
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May 28, 2024
May 28, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC
O mother of the Saviour of the world,
Blesséd art thou, among all women blest,
For God himselfe within thy womb was curl'd,
And God himselfe did suckle at thy brest;
And he that dy'd and rose and quitt the tomb
Blossom'd within thy house and there did bloom.
The firstborn fruit of Gods inerrant seede,
Press'd like a bunch of grapes beneathe His wrath
Untill the Man of Sorrowes sore did bleede
And suffer more than any martyr hath,
Was offer'd vpp a sacrifice for mee
By Father God and, Mother Mary, thee.
Woman, behold thy Sonne, the glorifi'd,
Transfigur'd Kinge of Heauen; lion, lamb,
Messiah, God and man who liu'd and died
And liues againe for aye, and is I AM;
Like Abraham, the LORD did ask thy Sonne;
Like Abraham, thou saidst, Thy will be done.
Apr 1, 2024
Apr 1, 2024 at 3:10 PM UTC
Christ on the cross was maximumly heroic:
He was braver than braves that slay goliath foes,
Or warriors facing deadly threats with stoic
And stony faces, standing nose to nose.
At Golgotha the sin of all the world was laid
On Him who, though despised, was more victorious
Than a general at his own ticker-tape parade,
Thronged by a grateful nation joyous and uproarious.
Had Christ destroyed his enemies with a thought
(An option for Him), He would've suffered a defeat
Since all the lessons the Lord of Glory taught
Would've been dismissed as having been taught by a cheat.
It would've been the easy, cowardly fashion
Of escaping the pain that proved His Godly passion.
Oct 8, 2023
Oct 8, 2023 at 10:48 AM UTC
The Space—between two Seconds—
Is wider than the Sea—
Is smaller than an Atom—
Is all Eternity—
I slip into Forever
Between the tick and tock
Of ageless Time's forever unwinding
Chronoscopic Clock—
And there I see together—
In perfect Unity—
My Savior—ere and after—
His Birth and Calvary—
Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 2:55 PM UTC
In a foreign land,
over two thousand years ago,
there lived a man,
whom the world would come to know.
Raised out of Nazareth,
his humble place of birth,
tasked with spreading words of love,
and of peace throughout the Earth.
Many were his deeds,
and so timeless and true his word,
that he changed the shape of the world,
for those who saw and heard.
He challenged the authority,
of those who then held sway,
by telling common people that through his Father,
there lay a better way.
Challenged by his word,
and fearing influence on the wane,
by deceit and lie,
they sought to take control back again.
Despite his deeds and truth,
evident in what he taught,
by deception, lies and betrayal,
he was rounded up and caught.
In a trial that found no arguement,
to undermine what he had said,
he was sentenced to crucifixion,
nailed on a cross until he was dead.
I am sure you know the rest,
of how on the third day he did rise,
and you have seen our world still battling,
against the hate and all the lies.
On this very weekend, remember,
this man from long ago I beg,
for there is much more to this remembrance,
than the chocolate in your egg.
Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
here lies the boy who gave too much,
the boy that could have been someone’s prince,
in another life,
in another world,
on your throne made
of thin glass.
your silver medal is the chain around your neck,
it’s crucifixion,
standing trial by fire,
rosaries and scars, and ashes, ashes, we all fall down,
we’ve all got rotten posies in our pockets.
you fell from grace when you least expected it,
a sinner and a heartbreaker,
instead of the saint and healer you wanted to be.
with a soul in your hand and a smirk on your lips,
you held me close with no idea how to love.
but you wanted to, oh, I know you did, you ached for it,
felt It in your bones,
and your heart,
and your beautiful mind.
you built your love on lies and texts and late-night calls,
your calculated chaos too thin to hold your weight
and mine.
the third time I lost you, I was gone before I could finish the story.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 6:41 PM UTC
Crucify me
You know that you want to
Hang me up
Next to all of my mistakes
While you hammer in those nails
I wonder
Will they crucify you with me?
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 7:45 AM UTC
Why must love hurt so?
All you came to do
Was to save me.
You saw all of my afflictions
From up there, you seated
On your throne of eternal glory.
Beholding me, as a fragile one
Your compassion, you bestowed.
You couldn't leave me
Alone in my groaning.
I am your hand work,
And so you thought of saving me.
To redeem me unto you again, you came
Yes, you came down here for my salvation
Your compassion, you bestowed.
For many days you lived with me,
Dining and wining all years long.
You told me of many a thing about
Heavenly kingdom, where you came from
You told me great things to come also,
I was at peace knowing you
I was full with love so deep.
But then you told me you were leaving
Going on a journey faraway.
Going back home to where you came from,
To prepare a place for me, you said.
I had no idea what you meant,
Until they came, oh, they took you away
Away, right in front of me.
I was deeply troubled by what I saw
All because you love me, They wouldn't
Let you go, it's a sin to love the condemned.
Your pains from their whips,
Oh, I heard it all with my own ears.
Your sufferings did I witnessed,
With my own very eyes.
Still, you wouldn't give up on me
You looked at me, all I saw was love
But then, they screamed,
As a man possessed "to the cross"
Oh, why must love hurt so?
All because of me, you went through
A terrible ordeal.
At the cross, your feet and hands
They drove through with nails.
On your head, a thorny crown they present.
Mocked all day, you withstood it all
All for me, for my complete salvation
By your side a spear went through, your
Blood and water rushing out like many rivers.
To me you said, "it is finished" and lived
No more, you lived no more.
All I asked was "why must love hurt so?"
Your body to the ground
Your love to the grave
Your whole to be gone, in desolation
I remembered no word of you, how hopeless!
Two days gone by, there's nothing of you
Early third day morning, there's a rumor in town.
All my doors been shut, that there's
Nothing to life, but my neighbors won't
Stop knocking, whispering about.
I gave no attention, until I heard
"HE AROSE"
My bolt and nut, all swung lose
I'm going to the cross, to see the grave.
Your body I find not, nor your love in the mud
Unto me, my life returns
And my soul relieved.
Seeing you face to face, now I know
Why love hurt so.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:54 AM UTC
It's been two thousand years,
But here we are again.
An innocent dark-skinned man
Was lynched,
And it engages and enlightens our world.
Let's not make this a habit.
And Pilate's here too,
Cowering in Hitler's bunker,
Washing his tiny hands,
Blathering: I'm not Responsible.
That's what truth is.
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 12:28 PM UTC
I saw the blood
I felt the blood
I saw the hammer
I felt the wood
I read the words
They said "me"
I looked at the man
Who hung on the tree
I looked at his writs
I saw nails
I had held those spikes
I had read that they said sin
Then I knew the meaning
I and in so I began to sorrow
For it was my sin that held him there
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 2:32 AM UTC
to the crescent bearing jewel
who’s pure as jasmine,
easily placated
with heartfelt devotion,
eradicator of the
lingering fear of annihilation,
i offer my toxic ego
for a deserved crucifixion
© 2019
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
The sixth opened on the sixth
history prophesised, future past
sun and moon eclipsed
heavens and earth shaken
moon bloodied, stars fell
earth ripped apart, time perturbed
graves opened
the dead arose to life
the living buried themselves
immortal died
mortality perished
blood spilled, living marked
wait for the number of Man
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 2:13 AM UTC
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You are wildly in love with me
because you made the stars and the
sun and the universe and everything in between.
You are wildly in love with me
because you cover my scars with grace
and you pivoted the mirror to
see all my blemishes yet still
chose to sing over me.
You are wildly in love with me because
you positioned the nails on the cross
to give me life.
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
I painted my love for You on a page
each word unraveling
the beauty of Your character.
each letter carefully orchestrating the
promise You made.
You painted Your love for me on a cross
each nail revealing
the depths of Your love.
and I know You are for me.
Your promise redeemed me
even in my darkest hour.
Forever it will be
You and me.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC
A dreary gray fills the sky with a sombre mood
Like ash sprawling in the air in a manner of crude
A coronation begins, for the foul, not good
Mockery fills the room as a man sits in ****
His skin filled with fresh bruises and blisters alike;
His eyes painted with tremor, etched within his psyche
Upon his head sat, a diadem of sharp pike
Its needles slithering through his forehead in hike,
Puncturing his once soft skin; warm blood trickles down
Escorting his pains were the digging of the crown
It continues, wrapping his head like a long gown
For a king, adorned with a frown: a thorny crown.
Among the men, they bring out a coat of blood anew
Draped on shoulders, blood meets blood; the searing pain grew
A contempt shroud lingers, a call begins to brew
"Hail the King!" they chant, "Hail Jesus, the King of all Jew!"
Oct 18, 2018
Oct 18, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
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Carpenter still had
Splinters in His hands while
Crucified to wood
Senryu
SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/7/2017
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
Crystal beads of sweat
It's the beginning of a flood
Their translucence reveals an anguish
That is growing underneath
Causing them to swell
A great heaviness pulls
There is no resistance
They start a lowly journey
Moved in surrender to greater will
As the purest heart crumbles
One drop follows after another
Forming glistening streaks
Along a spotless brow
The tender heart soon shatters
Under the weight of woe
Drops fall to the ground
Like glistening shards of crystal
Where the beads first surfaced
A single crimson drop forms
It slowly paints a stripe
Down that stainless skin
It rolled along the hairline
Over the cheekbone to the jaw
In a moment of uncertainty
It clung there at the edge
With no alternative to release
The final hold was given up
Like a rose petal it fluttered down
Gently landing in dampened earth
Where sweat and tears first fell
At this silent touch of crimson
Broken crystal drops transformed
Color slowly deepening
Dirt glittering with garnets
Each hearts' filth was covered
But their purity had this stain
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 4:07 PM UTC