Each month, write a new collection.
GolgothaThe minute I saw the titleI knew it was importantWith the Passion Play paradedup the hill to CalvaryRoman soldiers whipping and flogging the Son of ManWith browns and black colorsportraying the minds of the People of His daywhen they knew innocencewas on the heart and lips of the ruler Pilot as the unspokenJesuscame withoutcomplaintto the place of deathwithout complaintAs His Willwas done and Finished the final temptationConquered as man is redeemedThe picture Golgotha by Hilland his abstract formmakes the paintingever more powerfulwith doubt spreading throughoutthe structure of colorswhat was the figure?Can you see it?In the turmoilof the p i c t u r eWith the colors depicting SacrificeWith browns and blackssignificant as the storyWhere the darkness is an example of how we struggle with understandingthe scene of our own heartsTo believe it is us killingJesusor is it usbeing redeemed?Save the tearsfor the blacks and brownsas the abstract accountsfor the lack of our own faith
I love what you did here with the form man! Powerful poem!
Bowed down before mystery BrokenShards of splintered wood PierceThorny crown EntombsA thin line of red blood TricklesTraces round the contours Stabs What’s left of The heart.At the foot of the cross Waits Emptied by human SorrowHollowed chalice arms Behold Naked waiting to be Filled.In darkness of DespairSun down is Overtaken By recognition of Light Grace given Vision Illuminates the Unknowable Resurrection Trusted geyser of Golgatha Resets rhythm Again.