Deliverance Poem by James Papastamos

Rusty old nails, crusty yet bold
Pharisees who drove its Death sentence
while Golgotha raised its hairless brow

Vultures raped, rain clouds draped, an open sky
thunders roared, tear drops floored
a bottomless pig they’d dug for themselves

“Forgive them, ” He cried! “Save us, ” they lied
our sins forgiven, our Son forsaken
deliverance came! Delirious, we bowed

Our massive egos…in a show of great respect