Garden:
tears of blood, cup
of
bitterness; the taking and
the
trial; beating; scourging;
the
stabbing of thorns; the weight
carried;
the heaviness bearing
down
to the knees; the hammer
sound:
metal striking spikes;
the
tearing of flesh; the sponge
of
gall; the darkness.
And
so
the
prison, the arena, the torture,
the
death, the human torches;
the
death amid jeers, laughter
and
spit.
It
is the way.
The
cost is counted.
It
is the way.
The
cost is counted,
and
accepted.
Today
is another edition of Warrior Poet Circle hosted by Jason Stasyszen at Connecting to Impact. To see more poems
submitted for the prompt “Count the Cost,” please visit Jason’s site.
Photograph:
Jesus on the Cross by Jan Prikryl via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
