Golgatha

        Pure flesh,
life-sustaining breath,
       scarlet liquid,
ring of thorns adorned;
     Selfless love proclaiming,
"Forgive them - I am here!"
    Angry lights flash,
mighty claps roar high above;
    a mother's tears
                   ring out,
    a Father's body shakes -
       He's scorned His Son,
       A Son
                  dying
          for His Beloved
                                   Bride.