A friend of mine said Lent was here
And asked what I’d give up.
I smiled and told her, “I dunno,
How ‘bout my coffee cup?”
But all day long they haunted me,
The words I’d said were trite,
So when I fell asleep I knew
It’d be no normal night.
I dreamt myself within a crowd,
That stunk and smelled of shame.
Who screamed and shouted death to him,
A man they didn’t name.
We moved along the cobblestones,
Climbed up a rocky hill,
Just in time to see him fall,
The man whom they would kill.
His bloody feet and countenance
Brought tears into my eyes,
But I couldn’t find compassion
In the crowd of passersby.
Then from the ground he looked at me,
Reached out his bloody hand,
That’s when I found myself alone
Before the man condemned.
“What will you give?” I heard him ask
My soul he seemed to see
I fell beneath his bloody gaze
And cried, “I give up me!”
~ Donna Sue Berry ~
January 29th, 2005
Image from Wikipedia