Poems

I can still smell sawdust stuck on his sunburned skin;
see a light layer on his clothes
– a cinnamon caster-sugar coating

Picture the Pain

Picture the pain
as Jesus was chosen to be crucified
instead of a murderer

Jesus

They didn’t call Your Name.
Didn’t choose You.

Jesus,
how did you feel when your ‘friend’ betrayed You?

When You walked the road to Calvary
You were alone
besides a handful of faithful followers

My Jesus
When You cried out those words …
“My God, my God
why hast Thou forsaken me”

I am amongst the noisy crowd
descending
upon
the agonizing silence
of this garden

God,
You stretched Your Hands down from Heaven