39 Straps Poem by Katusiime Jeresi

39 Straps

Rating: 5.0


Thirty nine straps
yet the badge of rage
was no where on your face
Bleeding, entrails dripping
the goal in your head
was reaching the hill
before you were pronounced dead
thirty nine straps
received in love
clothed in endurance
in deaths face
your spirit still shone
disguised in the weakest of forms
your life bled for we men
thirty nine straps
they counted one by one
careful to defy not,
the whiplash law
treading and sinking
to the place you were to
rescue them
you drowned in an ocean
of death as you created
an ocean of your blood
drop by drop
it cleaned
thirty nine straps
ensured that for life
I could walk decked in the
finery of salvation and the jewelry of
righteousness for
thirty nine straps.

Sunday, October 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: redemption
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 23 October 2016

Powerful faith poem. There were many ways to write this but I like the way you have your words stepping along the page, His struggle up that hill mirrored by the placement of your lines. The repetition of 39 straps scoured the memory of those faithful who read this. Great creative piece of writing. 10

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