The Stations of The Cross - Eighth Station
Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus carry the cross.Mark 15: 21
I had no interest in witnessing his shame,
Until, I found myself in the crowd, crowing
Without reason, for him to take their blame.
I waivered, nonplussed, then felt myself pushed
To the front, close enough to touch him as
He passed, carrying the crossbeam on his back.
Then seeing him fall, face-down into the dust.
I should have left then, but was seized by
A soldier, to support him with his cross
A shipwreck of a man, unable to stand,
So, I helped take that thing off from his back.
The soldiers kicked him, laughing offhand,
Their indifference worse than cruelty.
He got to his feet, shaking his head, then
Looked into may face – I was taken aback.
I expected a man beaten by pain, and
Great suffering there certainly was, but
Along with that there was also great pity.
I supported him, by carrying his cross,
All the way, until we reached Calvary.
I know I should have stayed but was afraid.
An entitled Jew, I had become unclean,
Just by his touch, and I could not be seen
By my fellow pilgrims from Cyrene.
But then there was Pentecost, where we stood
Amazed, while that wind blew out of the East,
As we received the Holy Spirits Grace.
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© D G Moody 2023
Poetry by D G Moody
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Written on 2023-04-09 at 17:39
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