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April 15-18, 2022

 

it wasnt pretty, those three crosses on that stony hill

no matter how we try decorating one with purple cloths

it remains an instrument of torture, punishment, death

 

there would be pain, blood, screams and dreadful silence

upon that rock, as souls escaped their transient homes

silence, poured like the blood staining battered wood

 

silence that crept cold ground, confronted colder eyes

threw justice, with devotion, into the careless winds

joined the mocking laughter of brutal condemnation

 

no, the cross was not pretty, it could not have been

the evil it confronted, defeated, was more ugly by far

but the victory it bought surpasses all else in its glory

 

the ruler it cast down is the most horrid being ever

the One it held the glorious King over all creation

 


It Wasn't Pretty

A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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