Picture the thief
who was flinging
insults at Jesus.
He only had
a few breaths left,
but he was using
all his strength
to lift himself up
so he could gasp
for air and spit
out some final
words of insult
to someone else.
His life was so
full of hatred
and hurt that
insulting others
had become
his default action.
Some of us today
understand what
it's like to hurt
that much.
So many wounds
have been inflicted
on us over the years
that all we know
how to do
o strike back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem