In my mind’s eye, I see the humiliation of you. How you endured all that hatred of the world. As we sinned in glorious splender, with much to do You silently suffered and hurled Us towards salvation, as each hammer blow made home. Piercing tender flesh, each nail became part of you. And you were alone.
In that moment called Calvary I saw you my loving Lord. In my mind’s eye, on that glorious tree. As you made all things new my Lord And I was able to be All that you told me, my Lord.
But still, you were alone.
Poet’s Note: This poem is about the desolation and loneliness of Jesus on the cross. Even his Father had abandoned him. Yet he did all that for us.
I'm married, fifty seven years of age with two grown up sons. I work at the local railway station in customer service. I have always enjoyed writing poetry and short stories but for the past twenty years I have not written anything because the stream had stopped flowing and had all dried up. Lately someone had admired my recent work and opened up the log jam that had been there all that time and let the stream flow again. It is a great feeling and release.
My boo boo what have we become, I’m so depressed an all alone. I’m desperate and somewhat oppressed, What’s a man to do when he’s distressed. Try to touch you but to no avail, All my efforts are quickly unrailed.
When I find myself alone and restless.. My feelings come out to play like children taunting me. Loneliness , worry, sadness, anxiety .. I try to ignore them, i accept the emotions, try to work through them. I talk myself