The sky moaned
Darkness shadow fell
Light turned away
All was shaken
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Soldiers feared
As angels chanted
Their songs of anguish
All was forsaken
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Blood sprayed
From torn veins
Across rough wood
All was immersed
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The nails of hate
Iron needles of terror
And with the stink of death
All was finished.
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Mercy kissed judgement
Forgiveness birthed in horror
Hope from loves agony
All was fulfilled.
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Life From A Park Bench 
I really have been thinking about this whole scene this week. I cannot imagine what it must have felt like to have nails pounded into one’s hands and feet and to HANG on the cross until one died. I can’t imagine enduring this if one did not have to. Jesus did not HAVE to, yet he DID, of course. In my area there is a church that year around has three crosses on its grounds. When I drive by with granddaughter in the car we often talk about them…and their significance, as well as the ONE thief who would also be with Jesus in paradise. This poem really is a significant one for the end of lent. Happy Easter, Alan.