by Emmanuel G G Yamba
Are you King of the Jews? But I find no fault in you. These exact words ran out of the mouth of Pilate. The anger the Chief Priests wore was too strong and stirred the desire of the congregation that they chose a killer over a life giver. You could imagine mouths that once yelled in joy, "Hosanna in the highest! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord," got wrapped in evil and shouted, "Crucify him." When their words prevailed, he was dragged to their Will. Arrayed in purple with his head bursting with crown of thorns; the soldiers found pleasure. They bowed in mockery and delivered his back and face to beating beyond recognition. He cried, they laughed, his faith walked strong while their love got paralyzed. Faithful ones wept seeing him carried the cross of Calvary with his body baptized in blood and his skin plastered with pain. His hands were stretched with his legs too, then pierce as the nails passed through. If you the son of God come down someone said, you saved others save yourself says another. Like a baby cries at midnight, so it was even the hill from where his help came from look as though it felt, then he cried with a great shout because His father turned His back. His face was sprinkle with spit, garment gambled, and his mouth knew poisonous taste. Before the day lost its glory, He has satisfied the desire of His father and the cross was a bridge from Earth to the sky. After the grieved and anguish he bathed with, he ended the race and gave up his life, then the earth shook. Blood ran down his body like water. This is a Good Friday because His death constituted the blocks building fellowship between humanity and the Almighty.
Emmanuel G G Yamba is an emerging Christian poet and also an undergraduate student at the University Of Liberia. His works have been featured in Calla Press, Spillwords, Synchronize Chaos, and elsewhere.