Poetry Sequence – Part 1

The Day That True Love Died

It isn’t fair
that this innocent Man
should have to
die.

I met him
once. He fed me
bread and
fish when I was hungry.
So kind.

Now I am watching this
Man
carrying a cross on
his shoulders.

Everyone follows him up the hill
in mocking silence.

They nail his feet and wrists
and lift up the cross.
He screams in innocent
pain.

His chest
heaves up
and
down.

He looks up
toward Heaven
and says
“It is
finished.”

Friday

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