Haiku for dying
It
was called The Skull
this
place where death is dispensed
with
lumber and nails.
Jesus,
Son of Man,
has
his own appointment there
his
arms stretched out wide.
To
his right and left
two
criminals share with him
his
sentence and pain.
The
leaders mock him,
along
with the killing squad:
Save
yourself, O King!
One
felon joins in,
deriding
him with mocking:
Save
yourself, and us!
He
has done no wrong;
leave
him! Our condemnation
is
just; his is not.
Jesus,
think on me,
the
second spoke, when you come
into
your kingdom.
We
die together.
This
day you’ll journey with me
into
Paradise.
©
Ken Rookes 2019
