Easter Sonnet - Friday

On to Saturday
Back to Thursday
They cry "Crucify him! Crucify him!"
But I say "There is no guilt to be found."
So two robbers and a willing victim
Are sentenced to death on Calvary's mound.

Mocked! A purple robe and crammed crown of thorns,
Crack of leather, agony, pain, scourged!
A stranger carries the cross. The crowd scorns…
To the place of the skull, they converged.

Harsh ring of iron on iron, hammer stuns.
Cracking splintering wood! Splintering wood!
His blood oozes and runs, oozes and runs.
Drawn out, shallow breathing losing lifeblood.

"It is complete!", the final cry, atones.
We leave, the darkness falls and silence groans.
On to Saturday
Back to Thursday
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Christian Poet This is part 2 of a 4 part work - the Easter Sonnets