The heavens crying tears of grief displaying
emotions of thousands who traveled here,
spectators craving like vultures to see the torture,
cruelty of the execution of innocent men, though
one man is the star attraction, this man speaking
heresy to some, truth to others
The skies light up with sudden strikes of lightning
illuminating the ground on which planted they are
like trees without branches except arms, legs
lacking the green of leaves save the crown of thorns
on one, without the sap that runs albeit the blood
through different veins uprooted
The day turned night darkest, no sun shining,
the wind carrying the weeping of a few women closest
not able to believe nor understand that life would come
again to all when the tomb, stone rolled away, they
would witness no body within and carry away with
them the joyous news there is life
© April 2011 Renee Espriu
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