The Way To You Will Poem by Kevin Rice

The crown of thorns
Pulled roughly from beside
The dry road
Of my way to your will
Sits mockingly and tears the scalp
And my blood blinds me

This road
Of my way to your will
Is noisy, dark and treacherous
And its gloom appals me
I am kicked and tossed
By those who hate
Who left me naked
That they be entertained

This cross
This way to your will
Bruises my aching flesh and
Bloodies my back
Where the lash wounds bleed and ooze,
Where they whip me more
To move me quicker to the end

These nails that explode
Into my hands,
Driven with hate,
Herald the final agony
My last defence is anchored
To the tree of death

This spear that breaks my side
And takes away, in death,
The last remains of life
Comes brutally, as a whim,
On my way to your will