Christus Rex Judaeorum
body is no longer wrapped
the damp darkness of the sepulcher
Thomas we can now truly touch
stigmata of the Suffering Servant.
Gethsemane, while the three escaped the storms
the coming hours on their own shores
prayed sweating the blood of Man's sins.
the breath of soldiers carried spit,
struck across the cheek He turned.
face that once shone with the Spirit was now dark,
in His Father's House.
flagellum landed upon his back and legs
nine times cutting into His skin.
keep the ancient law (even with a miscount)
Centurion could not exceed the number.
scepter was placed into His weakened hand
a crown capped the soldier's thorny sadism.
iniquities collected clotting His wounds
to be reopened as they removed
cold sweat of shock soaked into wood
He stumbled under the weight of His agony.
of Cyrene heeded the centurion's whip
help the Nazarene down the Way
sinful spikes we pounded deep into flesh
bone and muscle that once taught love.
breath of Life became paralyzed and short
to speak the seven words of the cross.
legs were not broken, nor was His Spirit
it had been given to the Father in love.
sentence of death by broken heart
executed for us that we might go free.
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