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Isam Hussain

Rookie - 1 Points (8-12-1938 / Iraq)

Holy Week - I was There


The Passover is near,
a feast ever so dear.
Spring is in the air,
our hope, if we dare,
could be fulfilled this year.
The crowd began to cheer.

There was much commotion
as he rode to his coronation
on an animal of lowly birth
amid much gaiety and mirth.

His hair, shoulder length, black,
rubbed with oil, very sleek,
his eyes, melancholic, dark.
he had no beauty,
no earthly majesty.
His future looked very bleak.

I saw him again another day,
hanging on a tree at midday.
Blooded from head to toe,
his full nakedness on show.
I felt sadness and great pity
for the man mocked as INRI (Jesus, king of the Jews)

Three hours passed,
he breathed his last.
Heaven turned its face,
the sun was darkened.
I was transfixed,
caught up in a trance.

I thought he beckoned to me,
I hurried and stood by the tree
Just as the lance pierced his side.
Blood and water gushed forth,
covering me, cleansing me,
giving me a new birth

Golgotha was transfigured into Eden,
the Tree of Life stood in the middle
offering its Ripe Fruit to all who seek it.
I turned away, a new life began.

Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013
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