The naked wood stood on a rocky crag,
Impaled with nails from other criminals
Now dead, their blood dried brown down the carved,
Splintered sides, dividing the sky from the ground.
Down the footpath the cries arise;
A new one to crucify and despise.
A Man walked in a peace beyond this world,
And took up His place for that Awful Interval, nailed,
Like the sinners before him, raw punishment unveiled.
Jesus, the Innocent, breathed in His last
In horrible pains, to cover our past.
by Pamela Palmer
Contact Pamela at palmerp@live.com for permission to publish this poem.
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