Through a haze of pain,
bloodied and beaten,
he spoke,
above the taunts of his accusers,
he spoke.
He spoke to me.
He spoke
and the whole horrible backdrop
of our fate
fell away for a moment, as
he fixed his eyes
on mine
and spoke:
“Do not worry,
today you will be with me,
in Paradise”…
His voice washed over me
clear and cool,
like a mountain stream on a hot day,
and I knew
in every fibre of my
battered body
that the words he spoke
were not mere empty
comfort,
but words of truth
and power.
Words of
love and life…
… “today” he said “you will be with me
in paradise.”
He spoke to me,
took note of me…
..nailed to a cross,
bloodied and beaten,
stripped and tortured...
…he spoke to me,
and I knew myself utterly changed…
