Ecce Homo - Lamentation
from NONE - The Hours of the Cross
Dreams threaten to be real, crowded by visions
Of strange feasts; bodies that unveil from sleep
And torment of tortuous grimaces -
Folly of these ornate depravity -
Buttress against the walls of the bent sky -
Come tumbling down in a dreadful cadence.
...My head is crowned, wronged by calumny
Of hideous thorns; my limbs, like pickled roots
That from slimy depth are brewed - as from
Porous bulbs, bleeding and boldly bruised....
Freshened and spotless lamb, face of Man
Stretched upon the vertices of destiny
The world's and ours - wholly transposed onto
The crucible of our own transfixion.
...Behold thee, hear thee with thy
Loped ears, steer thy untrained thought -
Seek in this divine countenance a saving
And salvaging message.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
Read more articles by Simon Tang or search for articles on the same topic or others.