Jesus Poem by Liza Sud

No curse, not a drop of reproaches.
How could He, blood oozing from sores...
Be calm when he heard the awful verdict
Through a bloody crown of thorns? !

pain has chilled and the gaze became dim,
the world plunged into darkness, collapsed.
How enemies dreamed to shame Him
and dishonor Creator of stars!

and the soulless pack was exulted,
in a silently languishing space,
To disgrace Him as thief and to punish,
soothing fire of discord – their aim...

where from came to Him the reliance?
How could He when He was torn apart
to emit All-forgiveness to troubles
The unearthly love, the love of God? !