A disciple’s Kiss

put your arms in shackles

The answer lay in the rabbi’s question

son of God, accused of

God conspiracy

Another denied three times

You stood incriminated

in the court of the two kings

The king’s wife who’d dreamt you

warned, doubt an epitome of honesty;

put your necks on a guillotine

Failing to find fault

the kings washed their hands but

the leaders dared to crucify

The Lord’s son with a murderer

The frenzied town was an accomplice

Lashes tearing into the flesh

carrying a cross that

drenched in blood

you teetered toward

the resting place of skulls

Climbing on the cross

you carried the burden,

the agony of the blind

incapable of

seeing their inner light

Your wail emerged toward the sky

as the single voice of Humanity

The Darkness and Eclipse of the crucifixion

engulfed the Calvary Mount

The moon froze, soaking in fresh blood

Your life, words, actions

Aren’t they a deluge of compassion?

A grace that surrounds life?

Not only the life

even your death is dedicated to us

For us

you are the light, the truth

and the way.

~ Jegadeesh Kumar

USA