Hung On The Cross
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You bleeded in RED and washed away our sins!
The ghastly sight horrified our souls,
The demons in us had shuddered in fear,
We prayed and prayed in panic and pain,
Thinking it could be Any of us...in your place,
The price which You payed through your blood,
Brought us penance and strengthened our morals!
Mankind survived through your faith,
You ignited the light in all our hearts,
The light of faith,
The light of trust,
The light of care,
The light of acceptance!
Let this retribution of Yours not go in waste,
Let Your brothers not start the war again,
For how many times you will show us the light,
For how many times you will weep in red blood,
For how many times you will crucified again,
And how many times you will take birth from death!
© Mou Sircar 2016
POEM 13
When I look at you hung on cross
I lay my face in the warmth of tears.
It is dark unsettled as refugees' land
a banishment in unrelenting hair strands.
My hunger forgets you give us a piece of bread
a prayer summoned in reward and bloodshed.
An orphan born
tied to a black cat’s watching eyes.
Father you descend
and wash away my bed smeared in sex.
I scribble language with a piece of white chalk
my baby is born, the clock strikes: one o’ clock.
Tears are ever warm as she cries for the first time
the night snorts through ~
Baby,’You’ are my Christ
as calm as my inner sighs!
© Ritamvara Bhattacharya 2016
POEM 14
When I look at you hung on the cross
I feel pity for the earth at its eternal loss
You still wear a blood smeared thorny crown
nails still prick you and you don't even frown
You body is bared and withered since ages
Your existence adorns the history pages
Does a Messiah really deserve to be crucified?
Can this query ever be justified?
When will you get freedom from the pain
And the world will be free from cruelty and disdain?
Our eyes will be quenched on that special day
When the whole world will be happy and gay.
© Fatima Afshan 2016
POEM 15
When I look at you hung on the cross,
My heart sinks with a sense of loss,
To think of the pains and sufferings that you had gone across,
To redeem mankind, Jesus you had died on the cross,
And thousands of questions crisscross,
When the mind is in a doss,
While seeing the cross hung with much material gloss,
Whereas the bare ruined are covered with moss,
These are the contrasting thoughts that again and again recross,
But I am a pangloss,
Who believe like the spiritual posse,
That your sacrifices for the salvation of mankind will never be dross.
© Sunanda Bhadra 2016
POEM 16
When I look at you hung on the cross
Blood dripping from both the hands
Face disfigured and discoloured with blood across
With the thorns crowning your crown as red band
I am moved with remorse and regret
"Have I sinned against sinning?"
How can I turn my face in cool neglect?
When every blood-drop keeps me pinning:
"What's the portion of your cup?"
"Oh Jesus, it has turned a potion!"
There was many a slip betwixt the lip and the cup
Now I repent and remit in expiation.
© Arputharaj Devaraj 2016
POEM 17
When I look at you,
Hung on the cross.
My soul goes back,
To the time,
When you suffered.
My blood boils,
My eye cries,
I breathe even faster,
Than the time.
Eons have passed,
Things are still,
The same!
The world is,
Still demonic, I say!
O Jeez!
When I see you,
Hung on the cross.
I never do cry,
But my heart & soul
Puke out tears,
When I see you, Hung on the cross.
© Anindita Dash 2016
POEM 18
W hen I look at You
H ung
O n the cross,
I see
S alvation with its cost.
T here is sacrifice
H ere where hungry lions
E njoy their feeding.
O nly to be accursed,
N ot capable of hindsight,
E nraptured in midnight.
T here is something
R avenous in the weak
U njustly crucifying the meek--
E xperience taunts me.
L anguishing, anguishing therefore go
I in my
G houlishly endeavoring for
H onesty--
T ime rewards seeds the sown.
O ppression thrives in darkness' treason:
F orever, my struggled meditation on reason.
M ankind, self and as a whole
A lways seeking satiation--
N ever-ending, the ravening.
?
The cross stands while earth and sky breaks,
Innocence is plunged into the abyss.
A perfect man, one without mistakes,
A snake, no longer striking at heels, mutes his hiss.
When I look at You hung on the cross,
I see all we have gained not all we lost.
© Marshall G. Kent Sr. 2016
POEM 19
When I Look at you hung on the cross…..
When I look at you hung on the cross
For a moment and so My Heart wrenched and sunk
What could be more cruelty… than this I thought?
How could the mortal corpse bear such ache and hurt?
I was lost in forming reasonable questionnaires
How couldn’t The Lord! Heard your last Prayers
Why didn’t He came to save you from that pain
And stopped the evils to play that bloody game?
I asked myself and The Lord!! Over and again
What pleasure you might have got from that excruciating pain
How could you’ve forgiven the Evils and devils as if Charity?
Just because…You loved all and loved the humanity
When I look at you hung on the cross
I comprehend that it denote a sacred verse
To conquer the hatred and victory of choicest love
Engraved in the history of humanity by The Cosmos
Written on earth by the sanguine fluid of noble soul
To defeat the purpose of hatred of all souls of evil
When I looked at you Hung on cross
For moment I felt as if all evils in me are lost!!!
© Tina Acharya 2016
POEM 20
A Plane of Existence
WHEN I look at you hung on the cross
I feel a sense of who's my true boss
LOOK at all we've acquired
AT the dreams you've inspired
YOU opened the eyes of the blind
HUNG on for mankind
ON the day of your death
THE angels wept
CROSS this earthly plane shall we meet?
© Gary Manz 2016
POEM 21
Fathoms of Faith
Red skies in the morning
Sailors take warning
And so, I was born into the world
To begin my adventure
With my soul indentured
Setting sail with my flag unfurled
But my heart remained empty
In this ocean of plenty
Barron and void to be precise
Thus it remained until I knew Christ
Now full of joy and love
From our Savior above
My sea is no longer pitched and tossed
You bring me peace
Strength that will never cease
When I look at you hung on the cross
Red skies at night
Sailors delight
© Gary Manz 2016
POEM 22
When I look at you hung on the cross,
I wonder at the image of the men gross;
Overwhelming was your love and acceptance,
Yet the ignorant did not give you credence;
I wonder that no Bible, no Gita and no Quran,
Can truly save the doomed clan of man;
Pitiable is the fact,
That morality of modern man,
Is going down a shallow tract;
But, love your enemies, you said,
And sacrificed your blood, the God’s lad;
Love never fails, you said;
Such pure love, only you could have had;
Hung on the Cross, When I look at you,
I see personification of the perfect love,
Had you any religion other than love,
I don’t think of that I have a clue;
For the sake of man,
You happily paid the hefty price,
What’s troubling is a question,
Has the man truly understood the sacrifice?
When I look at you,
I see the benchmark of pure love,
The infinite sea of understanding,
A heart tender than a thousand dove;
An eye for an eye,
Is making this world’s soul dry;
The blind passions and obsessions,
Making the man distant from thy;
I wonder that no Bible, no Gita and no Quran,
Can truly save the doomed clan of man;
Pitiable is the fact,
That morality of modern man,
Is going down a shallow tract.
And yet when I look at you hung on the cross,
I see a hope even for the grossest of gross.
© Megha Rana 2016
POEM 23
Unbroken love
When I look at you hung on the cross
I wonder at the brutality that did that
At how anyone can be seen lower than another
For the sake of beliefs and convictions different
And at your grace which submitted to that
Those nails tore into your flesh as they were driven
Even then you asked that they be forgiven
Your soul remained untouched, unhurt
Gathering up your corporal shell you arose
The signs of torture remnant still
Your celestial figure shining forth
Dispelling darkness lighting up hearts
With faith hope joy and divine grace
© Vineetha Mekkoth 2016
POEM 24
When I look at you hung on the cross,
My sadness due to us your life you have lost
You were died for us and for our sin
For the whole world you had suffered, in pain
You have had carried the cross, across the land
And you were crucified, to his command
But before, you know that all this will be happen
You and the Apostle´s are on last meal snapping
Suddenly, you declare, "one of you betrayed me"
And yes, he gave you the sign a, kiss. it´s He
They caught and treated you like a beast
Every time I watch the "Passion", my heart in tears
The pain I feel inside, cuts so deep
But it must be happen to awaken those who sleep
I knelt down and pray of your forgiveness
For all my sin and for others, my deeds are my witness.
Then again, I look at you, must all those done? I asked
But for the sacrifice you have done for us, I thanked.
© Gina Ancheta Agsaulio 2016
POEM 25
When I look at you hung on the cross
I look at myself in a box, below a cloud
It doesn't reach me
but the outer walls of my touch.
and the touch traverses to every eye
as hail, monsoon and dews.
The last wood of your touch,
that is the cross, is an intersection
of colors,
and this noon of blessings does not
befall, based and biased on
human cries.
I see a dawn on the banks of your hairs
A raven cawing nature in your palm
and a creeper at those feet, crawling
for wisdom.
I look at you on the cross
I return home and look at my lawn.
A banyan
with hued branches.
© Daipayan Nair 2016
POEM 26
All of these thoughts are not mine.
All of my thoughts are not divine.
Possession, demons cast into swine,
And I'll always take bacon with wine.
Here I stand, life making me cross,
Compelled to think as the body's dross.
Am I albacore or albatross?
Then a miracle happens and I'm not lost.
A spirit, a symbol worn, a crown of thorns,
A casting of lots for Christ's raiments worn.
A cross by three and a murderer goes free,
Here I realize the murderer is me.
When I look at You hung on the cross,
I'm compelled to calculate totality of cost.
Winter lets loose its rigid frost,
Spring becomes new life, but not without cost.
When I look at You hung on the cross,
A Son calls to His Father for the lost.
He knows the cup, this Holy Grail,
He needs not a physical body to defeat Hell.
When I look at You hung on the cross,
I hear Your voice, it is not lost.
Cast away the temple's raiment it's rent to Hell,
Upon every Word of Christ shall I dwell.
© Marshall G. Kent Sr. 2016
POEM 27
When i look at you hung on the cross
My heart weeps like the harmless albatross
Who too was shot without any treason by the boss
These cold blooded neuters take no loss
They simply use the bird as a dental floss.
His body wrapped in wire was made to toss
Blood splashing in ounces seemed to them like a sauce
Tears drooled from the eyes of the crowd and from the trees wearing the spanish moss
Even his life today wouldn't take away his teachings neither from our mind nor from our thoughts.
Even though he was crucified on the cross
He came back across
Spreading happiness like the albatross
Riding his chariot in the sky with the helios.
© Diptendu Chakraborty 2016
POEM 28
When I look at you
Hung on the cross
Your wounds bleeding
I see infinite love flowing
For all humanity
Touching a chosen few
Who were transformed.
© Himali Narang 2016
POEM 29
When I look at you
hung on the cross
My heart is heavy and my eyes are moist
How could a king stoop so low
Only to unburden my shoulders and wipe away my Sorrow
When I look at you hung on the cross
I remember just how far I was lost