by Olivia Arieti
The sky darkened On the lonely hill, The wooden bars Too heavy For the burdened Shoulders, The path Too steep For the saddened Heart. A desperate crowd Followed the nailing, The thorns, The bleeding, Till all souls Gathered beneath The Saviour And looked up For the last ray Of Redemption Before darkness Prevailed.
Olivia Arieti, with a degree from the University of Pisa, lives in Italy with her family. She is a published playwright and also writes poems and short stories. Her poems appeared in Women In Judaism, The Wanderlust Review, Poetica Magazine, Eye On Life, VWA: Poems For Haiti, The Harsh And The Heart Anthology, The Expeditioner’s Guide To The World, Bridging the Cultural Divide Anthology, Feile-Festa, Haiku Of The Dead, Obama-Mentum Anthology, The Seasons, Trouvaille Review, and Poetica Clarendon House Books.