Jesus gasped for a breath,
the pain reached everywhere,
the burning in is hands and feet,
his skin burnt in the strong sun,
the flies and ants and birds all
preying on his precious blood.
And I saw people from every nation,
every creed, every age, every tribe,
and they knelt before him and bowing
their heads worshipped him, and rising
cheered for the wonder of a God who
accepted horror, mutilation and death
rather than succumb to power and
domination. A God who is ever thus.
Jesus looked out and saw the crowd,
He saw the proud, the oppressor, the
rapist, sadist, warmongers and those
who had mete out injustice, abusers
of children and bore the torture with
hope in his heart that they will hear,
they will repent, and become like
cherished children and his beloved.
The pain tore into his mind,
It burned in his soul and searched
out each weakness. In agony he so
longed for his father and found him
gone. “Eloi, Eloi. Why have you
forsaken me?” he cried; and found it
echoed in the emptiness of a lie. For
Yahweh was there, lashed, nailed,
bleeding and dying on the cross.