Inside Vision : spiritual

Inside Vision

I watched you walk up that hill,

I herd you ask for water, so ill.

So determined to go ahead,

With what you knew was your end.

When you were grabbed, stripped, and flogged,

The wounds so deep, loud cries and sobs,

Placed you bitterly to make a stand,

Nails through feet crossed, nails through your hands.

They evilly spoke amongst themselves,

“lets torture this charlatan to the end”

He’s in demand, no evil no guilt,

Pure and innocent a flower wilts.

The cross you carried was so heavy,

The burdens of sin in your life lay,

Your embracing, forgiving, mercy,

They didn’t care,

You were never angry, and always there.

I touched the thorns they cut my fingers,

Your skin so cold, to late to be spared,

The right you needed and deserved,

Your body given blankness, nothing preserved.

In my mind their cold -blooded veins,

My Vision just you,

Never forget you god-its true,

I clasped your feet and held them close,

Pulled out the nails it all unfold,

I look up as tears build in your eyes,

As they closed, I knew you had died,

Not in peace but brutality,

Though you looked so peaceful, plain to see.

Death is peace, when life breathes dirt,

The world will suffer, even out your hurt.

I’ll not forget you, turn my back, never mention,

Your pain so severe, your way so golden,

A life to follow, a good intention.

I’ll praise you my way, gratitude so strong,

Respect and kneel, show your wills not wrong.

My hurts, my issues,

My losses, my falls,

Will never match,

What you gave, lost and thought.

By Rebecca Heffernan

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