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.