With hands stained red...

Another explicitly religious one...I love it. Enjoy!


With hands stained red,
I watch on as horror
Fills my eyes.
Those cries of pain
Fill my ears
Over and over again.
It was me
Who fused metal with flesh,
Who tore through ligaments,
Pierced muscle,
Tore open veins.
Every swing sprayed more blood
Across the ground.
It was me
Who spat in his face,
Who tore flesh from bone,
United a body with wood.
Sheer humiliation and disgrace
When he did nothing
But love.
Even now,
As I raise my head
To gaze at the one
I must lead to death,
A great sorrow fills my heart.
Shimmering tears
Fill my eyes.
It was me
Who led him through the streets,
Who brought him to this hill.
A sign placed.
A sentence fulfilled.
He is dying.
He looks down at me,
Right into my eyes.
Through my tears I long to say
I am sorry.
His eyes;
The pain,
The sorrow,
The suffering,
The joy.
Three words come
From his mouth.
“It is finished.”
It is finished.
I collapse where I stand.
Tears pour from my eyes.
I do not understand.
This man…
It was me
Who took his freedom,
Who took his life
Without even a greeting,
Without knowing who he was,
Why he was here,
And yet…
It is finished.
My heart feels light.