One must wonder how you did bear their fleeting curses
That infallibly constructed a multitude of herses,
While thy brow of blood torn flesh over brood
Holy drops of sacrifice which broke on earth that stood
Many the accusers, who thought innocent their outstretched fingers.
For surely a throne they saw not come forth
Nor a victory of war and men and sword and horse.
They saw only a plain, homely surface
Of which drew spit from tongues like poison of serpents;
Spit composed of lead weighted missiles
To penetrate the fragmented frame of one righteously fragile.
One must wonder how you told the sun to set amidst this torture,
Or how you drew the tide to fall back upon the moon-lit shore
And caused all the earth to tremble and hell all the more.
For you defied an entire dominion of darkness.
You tore the curtain for the doubting, broken, heartless.
The worthless were defined and sight given to all blind;
Beauty to the meager bride and hope for everlasting life.
Simply by embodying the word we call love.
And the gift of your spirit that doth descend like a dove.
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