Stations: A Sonnet for Holy Week

Though the state would pardon, the religious insist on his death

by crucifixion, and thus he takes up the tree,

the weight of which brings him to his knees;

helped to his feet, he meets his mother bereft

of her son, the holy sacrifice;

Simon takes the cross; Christ’s eyes are wiped.

Stumbling, he reaches out to¬†Jerusalem’s women.

A final fall; soldiers strip his woven

cloak. The comes the bloody nailing,

the painful death of the saving scapegoat.

Placed first in the arms of Mother Mary wailing,

then wrapped in pure white linen graveclothes

and laid in the tomb where he is to rest and wait,

watched by angels until his rising day.


Copyright 2016

T. Allen Culpepper

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