After 2 Corinthians 6:3-13
I was
there when they came
with pikes
and sticks and rocks
and often
felt the pain
of stick
and rock against skin
I was
there when they came
chains and
locks
dragging me
through filth
into a
darkened cell with rats
and lice
and roaches for cellmates
I was
there when the mob
screamed for
my head, my blood
demanding
my life for a perception
a rumor
I was
there when they plotted
to kill
me, when they were so
filled
with hate that they
lashed and
struck with reeds
I was
there.
So was he.
Photograph by Louis Blythe via Unsplash. Used with
permission.
1 comment:
So good, Glynn. Loving this. Thank you.
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