The Shroud Of Turin (Sonnet) Poem by Tamara Beryl Latham

Did He anticipate that we may find
solutions to the bloody imprint He
laid down upon the cloth, unless we're blind
and can't discern the truth? Is what we see


an artist's painting touched with ochre red
or blood that's real, but has not oxidized?
Will science find a man who's long been dead,
yet shown us proof that He was brutalized?


The linen weave entwined with cotton may
have skewed the carbon dating some opine,
but skeptics say it's just a fake and they
doubt its pollen came from Palestine.


Will we know soon the truth about the Shroud
or must we wait ‘til every knee has bowed?