Golgotha

hanging, blameless

You Paid For This-

the words echoing in my mind like the first time you called my name-

Paid For This with all you had

naked, but never broken

crowned and mocked, beaten and forgotten

stuffed away and left to rot

inside a cold damp cave.

 

This?  You wanted This?

what are You saving it for?

perspective mocks significance

but significance sets the stage

You Paid for This

and then they brought you down

and thought you’d just go away.

No.

You’re still there

hanging on a stick in the memory of this world

and no one can reconcile

You

in their hearts.

 

You Paid For This.

Why?

there’s nothing here worth saving

we should all be tossed aside

but You Paid For This…For Us.

A debt we can not comprehend

A price we cannot ever repay.