It is finished

A poem relating to Easter and the remembrance of a suffering servant, nailed to a cruel Roman cross.

A bared skull
with jagged spikes
where death's hill
darks the night.
Starkly bared
against the sky
yet no one cared
they just went by.

A sound of dogs
bayed bloody moon
as heartless thugs
danced the gloom.
A heaving sigh
cut the night
to end His life
and seal His plight

Te-te-les-te
“It is finished”
so sealed the day
that vanquished
sin, hell and grave
as too the keys
till every slave
is thus set free.

The earth shook
the temple heaved
and the veil broke
as hell was breeched.
But see He comes
through the gloom:
The Victor’s crown -
the loser’s doom.

(c) Peter Eleazar at www.bethelstone.com