Innocent Blood
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name...
The ground around it was soaked, stained with innocent blood. It seeped into the earth as if the land was gaining its subsistence from it. Or perhaps it was more like a basin catching the many rivers of blood flowing down and out of his body, I'm not sure.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven...
He was dying, anyone could see that. Yet his eyes, though filled with pain, were still kind, compassionate toward the jeering crowds mocking him and the uncaring soliders casting lots for his garments. "Gray eyes, such soft gray eyes," I thought dimly, distracted by the entwining of the solemn silence and the upsetting uproar.
Give us this day our daily bread...
The words he spoke were few, but they held so much meaning. His voice dripped with such sweet agony, sticky like honey, it enveloped me. I felt guilty for feeling comforted by his words, he was dying, had I not a care? "Dying, dying, dying," a sing song voice sounded in my head.
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors...
It was becoming darker, it was an eerie type of dark, you could feel a storm in the air, but somehow I knew that it was not to be a physical storm. Humilation swirled around him, through him. Stepping back I fell to my knees and clasped my hands to pray. But pray I could not, for all that ran through my mind was, "Why? Why did they have to take his only garment from him? Why must he die unclothed, the worst humilation there has ever been, why must it be inflicted on him?"
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...
As he struggled to pull himself up for what might be his final breath, angry overtook me. Shaking I stood, prepared to fight to the death for this man, this unknown man who was dying in front of me. I looked desperately, madly, for a weapon of some sort. "There must be something I can use, there must be, there has to be." My eyes busily darted about, looking for a tool of destruction, and it was then that he caught my eye. Using some of his last ebbing strength, he slowly shook his head no. That is when my tears began.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever...
A crack of thunder roared in the sky and with a victorious smile upon his face, he shuddered and said, "Father, into Thy hands I commend my Spirit." With that he died. Oddly enough, it was at that moment my crying ended, and a strange feeling of joy spread through me. I know now, three days later, why exactly that was, for I just over heard Mary, the once demon possessed woman, tell one of the disciples what she just saw,
"Come quickly, the Christ, He is risen."
A-men'.
Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name...
The ground around it was soaked, stained with innocent blood. It seeped into the earth as if the land was gaining its subsistence from it. Or perhaps it was more like a basin catching the many rivers of blood flowing down and out of his body, I'm not sure.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven...
He was dying, anyone could see that. Yet his eyes, though filled with pain, were still kind, compassionate toward the jeering crowds mocking him and the uncaring soliders casting lots for his garments. "Gray eyes, such soft gray eyes," I thought dimly, distracted by the entwining of the solemn silence and the upsetting uproar.
Give us this day our daily bread...
The words he spoke were few, but they held so much meaning. His voice dripped with such sweet agony, sticky like honey, it enveloped me. I felt guilty for feeling comforted by his words, he was dying, had I not a care? "Dying, dying, dying," a sing song voice sounded in my head.
And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors...
It was becoming darker, it was an eerie type of dark, you could feel a storm in the air, but somehow I knew that it was not to be a physical storm. Humilation swirled around him, through him. Stepping back I fell to my knees and clasped my hands to pray. But pray I could not, for all that ran through my mind was, "Why? Why did they have to take his only garment from him? Why must he die unclothed, the worst humilation there has ever been, why must it be inflicted on him?"
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil...
As he struggled to pull himself up for what might be his final breath, angry overtook me. Shaking I stood, prepared to fight to the death for this man, this unknown man who was dying in front of me. I looked desperately, madly, for a weapon of some sort. "There must be something I can use, there must be, there has to be." My eyes busily darted about, looking for a tool of destruction, and it was then that he caught my eye. Using some of his last ebbing strength, he slowly shook his head no. That is when my tears began.
For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever...
A crack of thunder roared in the sky and with a victorious smile upon his face, he shuddered and said, "Father, into Thy hands I commend my Spirit." With that he died. Oddly enough, it was at that moment my crying ended, and a strange feeling of joy spread through me. I know now, three days later, why exactly that was, for I just over heard Mary, the once demon possessed woman, tell one of the disciples what she just saw,
"Come quickly, the Christ, He is risen."
A-men'.