Crucified Saint
Christ paid a sacrifice on the cross of calvary, this day, many years ago that the world might be free from the shackles of sin. He was betrayed, rejected and abandoned just so that our victory might be won. He has finished it. Thus, the poetry celebrates and mourn with the burden of his death . Crucified Saint Slowly, he marched to the grave With bangles of Shames Burden of thorns Stripes of wound, and tears, In the chants of a crucifix Unknown born of lonely virgin Seeking to fulfill that last course A mission assigns to the condemned Faceless and unrecoverable sinner. Cross too large to be held, Heavy and strongs that drags. Yet, he kept on strolling; "Keep going" is what he says, The work is yet to be over Uncalled priest chosen on choice, With total conformation, he's made. "Mother, behold thy child," This lost child has lost his identity. Condemned by one who made all, Yet, he seeks, "child, behold thy mother " Read Alone by Maya Angelou