She burns to bear his burden (take the weight)
But he is far beyond her guiding reach.
Beyond her soothing arms, he meets his fate.
Her heavy heart has nothing left to teach…
For these are not his first steps; they’re his last.
His skin (once kissed and dressed by her) is flayed.
His gouged and bloodied flesh leaves her aghast.
If only they’d embraced his word and prayed.
Bright eyes that mirrored smiles of her raw joy
Now brim with woe for those whose ways aren’t true.
Her soul, it holds the message of her boy–
Forgive them; for they know not what they do.
Her feet, nailed to the spot (instincts denied)
Consumed by pain, she watches… c r u c i f i e d.
first published by The Society of Classical Poets
Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets).
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Susan, this is a wonderful poem. Apart from the moving, beautiful and wonderfully poetic words, it was cleverly composed. I didn’t realise Jesus was the object until the twelfth line. I have never really thought much about how hard and painful it was for his mother Mary to watch her son suffer like that. What a great final line; yes, she would feel in some ways as crucified as her son, in her heart. Well written Susan!
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