Deep blue eyes,
"Crown him, if he be the King!
Long wavy brown tendrils
White robes torn away!
Feet that have walked 1,000 miles,
Oh, what a burden is this!
Rough carpenter's hands,
Searing pain!
Gentle lover's lips,
"Forgive them, Father!
Tender white face,
Metal pierces flesh!
Enchanted is his voice,
"Take me, Father!"
I wrote this right after "Heavenly Parents" for a college creative writing class. Since I went to a private Catholic grade school and high school while growing up, I know a lot about that particular faith. This poem is supposed to mirror some of the Stations of the Cross and therefore is obviously about Jesus. Yes, I do realize that Jesus was probably did not have fair skin and blue eyes, but following the usual tradition, I decided to use that description of him anyway.
Filled with an ocean
Of unshed tears.
Crown the King of the Jews!"
Sweat and blood blur the vision.
Fall gently about
His strong shoulders.
Humanity humiliated!
The sun shines off bare skin.
Left footprints in the sand,
And led the lost to safety.
The world's sins are carried upon this shoulder!
Wooden splinters burrow through flesh.
Hands that have healed the sick,
Hands that have broken bread one last time.
The world flashes red!
The nails are driven in.
Through which much wisdom
Has passed and will pass again.
They know not what they do!"
Flesh and wood meet the sky.
White as a dove,
Yet sad and somber now.
Red on white!
Blood fills the grail.
The sound of forgiveness,
The music of understanding.
Body dies, spirit escapes!
The savior ascends.