by Carlos Luis
That the son of God would sacrifice himself just for me
Shade his blood on Calvary
For my soul to be set free
When I look at you hung on the cross
Arms out-stretched welcoming me home
Where I will dine with the angelic hosts
Rejected you were only to become the corner stone
Now I bask under your amazing grace knowing at the end of the journey I will rejoice
© Precious Chilongozi 2016
POEM 30
INRI
When I look at you hung on the cross,
To know what they did to you, so gross,
In which Heaven or Earth is there such a clause,
Where sacrifice and love tumble down to toss?!
Is there a Mother who'd see what was done to you,
Could you not have worked a miracle on them too,
Barbarians who refused to see Your purpose to accrue,
For humanity that just didn't deserve Your love to ensue.
Now You are gone and Your silence scarred the wood,
The nails bled through Your spirit, as flesh misunderstood,
What a mockery of a victory, before Yours who really could,
You transcended death, breathed forgiveness, like Sun risen You stood!
You knew they would put You through the test, ironically,
Your compassion and mercy, did they deserve really?
Now you remain a silent testimony to nemesis strangely,
INRI, there You are, as those who know You kneel eternally.
© Geethanjali Dilip 2016
POEM 31
When I look at you hung on the cross
Tears stream down seeped in remorse
You sacrificed yourself
For us o lord
How far removed are We now from God
The nails they poked in your holy body
They scream to me
Of plans shoddy
I love you Jesus for the example you set
If only from you a lesson we get
You left behind a divine legacy
Of sharing and caring with efficacy
It's only when we love all men
That we'll be worthy of being men
© Lily Swarn 2016
POEM 32
Real Love
When I look at you, hung on the cross
My eyes bleed that I am standing helpless
I wish you weren’t crucified
A miracle could have happened
Let it be just a dream, I yearn
Oh then, I remember, you were resurrected
It’s a miracle, your words came true
But you suffered in the cross, isn’t it?
It trembles my weak heart
How true, deep and broad-minded was your love?
Why did they kill you?
My hatred for them burns bright –
Just a second, my brain pats me
Hey fool “Love thy neighbor”
Locked, I get back to your words
© Shalini Samuel 2016
POEM 33
When I look at you hung on the cross
My words lies buried and at a loss;
How deep can someone's Love be?
Did anyone ever cared to find, to see?
Those beads of blood are of Love,
Love that showered from above;
The word became flesh and dwelt amongst us,
The Messiah still forgives from the cross;
Love shall reign over all nations,
Blessed be the man, God's supreme creation.
© Ronald Tuhin D'Rozario 2016
POEM 34
When I look at you hung on the cross
Sometimes it seems that all else is dross
Sometimes it seems it was such a loss
You remain the rolling stone that gathers no moss.
You were perhaps the first who had insight
Who preferred to die rather than to fight
To show the world that there was no foresight
In anything but peace and its might.
You were alone, but felt not so
Death's pallor could not remain on your brow
Story, myth, legend, fable, parable or no
You remain for me, the Metaphor Foremost.
© Ampat Koshy 2016
POEM 35
Easter Comes
When I look at you hung on the cross
The existence of mine with tears toss
Never a word of curse had you
For Judas, Mathew, Pilates or foes.
You are the Emperor oh Lord!
Born in the darkness of a virgin's womb
Travelled from Heaven to Earth
To be a human and die for them
A curtain was torn to permit the entry
You the Resurrected Lord defeated Death
Death, where is your sting?
None can keep my beloved under the tomb
You are the breathe of Lazarus,
The eyes of Bartimaeus
Your existence is the light and
the vibration of words at creation
You became the servant, king of kings!
Washed the feet of all
You converted the conspiracy, vengeance into transparent love
Love that never envies and boasts
but is peace , joy , kindness
and faithfulness
Love that is never rude
but rejoices with the truth
And protects, preserves and trusts
Love that never fails Oh! Lord
You left the Throne to take birth in the manger
Your death is never the death
As God can never die,
you are resurrected
Your love travels the longest
and touches every dust
Dust of Adam to the stains
of the streets and lanes
Your love has no agendas
As you said on the cross
"For they know not what they are doing"
But yes Lord,
Every day our tongues, our hands,
our minds, our perceptions,
our jealousy and hatred
Hang you on the cross millions of times
Forgive us oh Lord!
I pray Lord,
Let this be my last mistake,
Let you not be crucified
again and again ---
I repent and regret -
I love and adore,
My beloved Jesus,
Resurrected shepherd
I open my heart for you dearest
Before you knock the door
Before you knock the door
You are the rose of Sharon
You are mine and I am yours
You are mine and I am yours
© Swapna Behera 2016
POEM 36
When Jesus I see you hung there,
I grow desperate and fail not to care,
That you died for me and my sins to tear,
And make me whole, perfect like you, clear for my welfare.
That drop of blood, rather drops of blood,
You shed for me, saving me from the incurable flood,
That through which I would not drive myself out,
That through which I would not free myself out.
With just your one dying on that cross,
You did it so magically for us all,
You didn’t worry about your pains,
Neither did you worry about your gains.
Wholeheartedly you shed your precious blood,
For the love of your father above,
And for the love of us all below.
Thank you Jesus for bearing all the pain,
For hanging there on the cross, Shameless and courageous.
© Carlos Luis 2016
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