Splintered, dead weight of the wood on my shoulder,
Cutting. The flesh and the muscles and bones of my
Body are beaten and bruised; prodded, pulled, rodded.
Each breath comes wheezing; now squeezing up, lifting and
Breathing against the shards, pierced; press the flesh of my
Face, wrapped and round my skull, contacted, contracted,
Tightened and clamped; the hard ground comes up fast to my
Eyes and I’ve cracked my lips open and bashed my cheek
Broken; the sweat, drool, and blood drip from my chin, my nose running.
Spectral chimeras, utopian daydreamers -
Spare his Mother the sight of this spectacle.
Specter accepted, his scepter, his sacrifice.
Man of derision, despised, and mocked:
Humankind’s savior, redeemer, our steadfast rock.
-Gary Edward Geraci
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Gary Edward Geraci (
Offline) - Published: January 26th, 2019 09:34
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A 'lovely' write in a way Gary. Well, in the sense that we benefit from Christ's Passion. The Presentaion of Christ in the Temple/Candelmas is Feb 2nd. Do you observe it in R.C. Church? The aged Simeon said to Mary then 'And a sword will pierce your own soul also' - the suffering she would experience, as here.
Meanwhile - them wooden pews will catch alight one day, with all those candles! Candlelight Services are hazardous too.
Yes we do Orchidee! On that very same day! Though it’s been a while since I’ve been to one where they’ve actually handed out candles for a lighting ceremony. Wooden pews and long beards can both be fire hazards...Thanks for stopping by!
You trimming that beard?! heehee.
Wow you said it amazing internal rhyme and rhyme scheme, the description sublime with the effective impressive word choice. Is this the wooden statue that is made of Jesus Christ that u were referring to? Kudos.
Nice to read from u again,
Pleez do review/comment my newest poem too . Best wishes,
Thank you so much SZK! No, I’m referring to the “wood of the cross” : this great contradiction; this instrument of death that defeated death when Christ, the Messiah, rose from the dead - once and for all.
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