Sacrifice

The vines and thorns

bound him to the cross

he was forced to bear.

The sun beat down

onto him and bled through

his skin.

His feet dragged through the sand.

Every part of him was dry;

the only moisture seeped

from his flesh and through

his clothing.

 

His body cried out in pain.

Those who watched him laughed

in sick merriment.

How did it come to this?

His immortal soul hurt

for them, for he knew

they did not understand.

How could they?

They would never understand

the weight of their actions

or the consequences that would follow.

It seemed that he�"

the one who understood them

and had taught them

--was the wrong one.

One of them should

have been in his places.

Alas, that course of action

would not teach them.

 

He doubted, for he was human,

but he had faith.

It overrode his doubt.

It helped him to carry

his burden to the hill.

He was judged,

innocent as he was,

to be among the criminals.

His binding was physical.

The crown of thorns pierced

his mind and made it bleed

in eternal agony.

The thorns of the vines

tied him and bound his body.

He was sacrificed.

They continued to laugh

even as darkness fell

upon the earth.