In my series of sonnets called Spiritus Sanctus, I wrote several poems that would act as reminders of some spiritual truths I had absorbed over the years. For example, the following poem highlights Jesus` sayings on the cross. 

Seven Last Words

The day that Jesus dies, he spoke his mind:

Hearing the crowd taunt and jeer, prayed, `Forgive`;

Even the thieves argued about their bind:

Consoling, gave one `Paradise` to live;

Remembering responsibilities,

Unto his mother, a son to `behold`.

Concerned with his body, now ill-at-ease

In the blinding heat, he `thirst` for the cold.

Forsaken, feeling utterly alone,

Inclined his head upward and cried out, `Why?`

Xylem for Zion, he paid, he atoned

In our stead, so he let his `spirit` fly.

Outwardly broken, his strength diminished,

Now that it’s over, it has…