Two other men, both criminals, were also led out with him to be executed. When they came to the place called the Skull, they crucified him there. (Luke 23:32-33)
without fanfare, the King of Glory is pinned
with gory force upon the beams of wood.
the people watch with voiceless stares.
the sneering rulers speak their fears.
the soldiers mock with maiming force.
overhead the notice speaks sharp
truth: this is the King of the Jews.
with no apparent human heroism,
His snapping skeleton – bloody body –
hangs heavy as God’s heart becomes a wound
opened wide with welcome for all who wash
their weary selves within its messy flow.
but now He hangs at God’s cross purposes
as holiness and grace collide with fire.
the vulture views the spectacle and waits,
as all earth’s air is drained out of God’s lungs.
[This is the fourth in a group of original poems composed for Holy Week.]