I Meditate On... Poem by John Ugolo Umah

I imagine, if he shouts
I imagine, if he did wail and cry
I imagine, him on that tree

I imagine how you kept the hand
I saw how the soldiers hit the nails
straight in gushing blood

I saw the water and the blood
running out like river from side
she yell with tears in her eyes

she could not control the grief
her hope nail to the tree
the beginning of greater commission

always you my Lord
I can not help than surrender all to you
these things I imagine not but medidate always.