wordsout by Godfrey Rust                                                words from the cross 1 of 7  HOME  



accomplices

father forgive them
they didn't know what I was doing
when I slipped into humanity disguised
my light shone in a darkness 
they could not comprehend

forgive them all
my dear beloved dull accomplices
they don't know the cost 
of an immortal’s suicide

they tried to keep us 
from this meeting here

forgive the crowd 
who made the necessary choice of Barabbas

forgive Pilate’s wife
whose conscience nearly ruined everything

forgive Judas 
his kiss of death

father forgive them
they don't know what we are doing

forgive them
they didn't know what they were building
we were the architects 
and these rough beams were cut 
to meet our most exacting standards

forgive them
they don't know what will be executed here
how could they understand 
these hammer blows will be 
the final acts of our first creation

like workmen at the launch
of some great enterprise of state
they have come to watch 
the ceremony of our fierce ambition

and as they hoist me up to you              
before this brutal act of love
extinguishes my mortal life completely
father forgive them
they don't know what they're doing


First poem of seven in the sequence words from the cross.

Godfrey Rust, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for details of permissions for use.