Longinus Poem by Randy McClave

I am alert and very wary
As I am a soldier, a mercenary,
I have always wandered both near and far
And I have every known war scar.
I have fought in hundreds of wars
Here and there and on countless different shores,
I have been shot and I have been stabbed
I have been clubbed and beaten when grabbed.
On the ground in my blood many times I did lie
But, I got up because I cannot die,
Unto all I will let out a sad chortle
"I am a cursed immortal".
I am enduring as a result of a past action
Which I did for my souls true satisfaction,
I am now cursed to wonder the earth all alone
And I must wait for the day for my actions to atone.
As a soldier I will always remain as I wander
Another life or occupation I can never ponder,
For the action that I once did give
God is not ready to yet forgive.
I was there at Golgotha/ Calvary
I was there looking upon his disciple and Mary
Then when he spoke to God, "why have you abandoned me"
I felt no pity or pain or sadness for him in any degree.
My name it is Longinus
I am that soldier who drove the lance in the side of Jesus,
While he was on the Cross being crucified
I happily proved to all that he had died.
Now as a soldier I must walk and wander the earth aimlessly
As I must also serve and fight blamelessly,
And as a soldier I will wander until I hear the last drumming;
Until the Lords second coming.

Randy L. McClave