Easter Poem

We recently celebrated Easter and I thought it might be a good time to dust off a poem I wrote a while back. It is about hope and redemption. And, of course, where the poem ends is just the beginning of the story.


The Death

The heart continued to pump - weakly;
Sending out the clean blood,
Coursing through the veins,
Till it trickled through the broken flesh.

The blood dripped down lifeless arms,
And caked on the sunken chest.
Still more blood flowed,
From a mud encrusted side.

The heart continued to pump - weakly;
Till with a final, massive surge,
The life was gone.
And the muddy, blood covered body was limp.

As the wind blew across the hill,
The words still echoed down
To the quietly leaving mob.
"Father, forgive them!"