The Bloodstained Cross (Sonnet for Simon of Cyrene)
by Marie Elena
God’s word says little of this man: A Jew,
Pulled from the crowd to carry Jesus’ cross.
I wonder what he felt, and what he knew.
What ‘Jesus stories’ had he come across?
The Passover perhaps had drawn him there –
A dispersed Jew, returned to celebrate,
Who suddenly now had a cross to bear?
So little known. So much to speculate.
But he was there, as God had preordained,
And I can’t help but think that he was stirred,
To look into the eyes of one so maimed,
Still full of grace. God’s only Son. God’s Word.
Oh Simon, what an awe-inspiring role …
You touched the very blood that saved your soul.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
Beautiful…and the last two lines so touching in their simplicity
Thank you, Debi. I’m not altogether happy with this sonnet. My opening line and final couplet came to me so easily. Filling in the rest felt a bit forced. When I get time, I may rework it a bit. Happy Easter to you and your family, fellow sister in Christ!
Thank you, Marie, and to you and your family as well. Don’t tweak it much… it really is lovely