From seven years ago, today.
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;
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…
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