Too many thoughts swirling around, too much broken sleep which nothing seems to cure. It's that kind of day and I guess it's also that time of the year.
Today being what it is, I made a cup of coffee and fired up my laptop to watch the movie Risen, all the while asking myself what I would've done in His place.
I have no answers. Perhaps asking the questions is all I can do. Who knows...
I wrote the poems below one month and two days ago, trying to imagine what it was like to have been there, and today I give them to you, my fellow readers and writers. They have no names because I give them none, only the date on which they were written. I hope you'll like them and forgive the poetic licence...
A twisted soul,
Eyes staring straight above...
Heavens open for the flow
Of darkness toward the ground.
Nicodemus was a slave,
A life spent in servant's attire,
But little did he know
That he would help lay a king to sleep
So He could rise and rule the world entire.