July 14, 2015


Tonight, at the street fair,
I saw the same faces
who had followed Him
as he bore his own cross
up the hill, each with
its own brand of pain,
if this bloodied man
might really return
someday again,
if the rumor spreading
through the crowd
were true, that He
was going to die
for me and you;
or more likely,
He was just another
something the Romans
we're good at tending to,
showing what happens
to someone claiming to be
the King of the Jews,
planting an omen
for the centuries ahead,
laughing out loud,
when another disciple 
was heard to say,
three days from now,
He will arise
from the dead.