I see it now
a cross
silhouetted on a hill
I wonder
if I had been there
would my love
have spoken out
tried to defend
rebuked the crowds
would I
have cowered
invisible in shadows
as they crucified
the one whose example
taught me how to love
how to speak out
how to defend
how to rebuke
weight of Truth
drags on my chin
bows my head
till all I see
is blood in the dust
© Marion Friedenthal
That's honest and brave and beautiful Marion. I have wondered the same.
ReplyDeleteEvocatively written.
ReplyDeleteHi Mary and Cosmo... thanks for reading and your kind comments. My husband challenged me to write a poem at Easter and this was the result.
ReplyDeleteGreat write Marion. Truth is heavy indeed.....
ReplyDeleteHi KublaKant... thanks for stopping by to read... happy you enjoyed it... appreciate that you took time to comment.
ReplyDeleteYou haven't posted in a bit. I miss reading your lines! :(
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