Saturday, 19 April 2025

The Cross by Fiona Carstairs


 The young man looked so out of place

On that avid materialistic stage

His hair was long and softly worn

His eyes held love and reverence

His manner kind benevolence

With every trite unwholesome word

Others tried to put him down

With bent head he just concurred

At last on roughly hewn cross 

They nailed him

The young man looked so out of place

Amongst the criminals left and right

But all he uttered at the last was

“God forgive them” 

2 comments:

Irena Szirtes said...

I loved hearing this on Tuesday night. I like the way you repeat "young" because that brought home to me how Jesus' death was that of a 33 year old, in a new way.

Jennie said...

I think of Christianity as part of our heritage and always loved the stories of Jesus as a child. I find your words very moving Fiona; it’s as if you see into his soul.