And He Was Crucified on A Tuesday
I suppose you could say that this is who I am(I'm the "Why have you forsaken me ?")
Then again, you could say that about a whole number of things I do.
(I'm the "Hallelujah")
This is who I am:
(I'm the funeral and the baptism)
Someone capable of such atrocities and genuine kindness at the same time.
(I'm the Messiah and the Antichrist)
Someone who says he lives by an unyielding code that he breaks on a regular basis
I'm the tears and the smile
Am I a hypocrite ?
(I'm the motion and the silence)
Am I that which I am most loathe to being ?
(I'm the left wing)
Am I a good person ?
(I'm the right wing)
Is any of us good ?
(I am not the bird_
What is good ?
Are we nothing more than shattered pieces of the mirror that we saw ourselves in ?
(I am what makes the bird sore)
I see a bulldozer lifting an uprooted tree and it reminds me of Christ on his way to the crucifixion.
(A walking contradiction....)
The workers leading the bulldozer are the Romans in a procession.
I think of the tree and I think of Christ, and I wonder, who is it that can bear to be nailed to so many branches ?
Poetry by Jack R. Schade
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Written on 2010-04-14 at 04:32
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