what if

what if i was breathing

on the days you were

would i be one of them,

engulfed by your charisma,

trailing your footsteps?

if i was a li'l piece to the throng

& you passed me by

would you cast me a glance

& greet me with a nod?

what if by random fate

we met along the way

& you said, "Good day!"

would i have the pluck to utter

the praises i proclaim

& the secrets i confess in my prayers?

would i even recognize the subject of my faith?

on the day of your trial

would i agree with the Pharisees

condemn you a sinner

& holler your crucifixion?

or, like Judas Iscariot,

would i be blinded by guilt

& deny myself

a gift of forgiveness?

would i spread a lie

of never knowing you

before the rooster announced dawn

like Simon Peter did?

would i be like Mary

silently enduring

the fulfillment of a prophecy?

or, like Pontius Pilate

would i wash my hands

& declare myself innocent

of your blood?

on your walk to Calvary,

would i be like the pilgrim from Cyrene

who, although hesitant,

bore the Cross as your proxy?

would i wail like the Matronly Eves

mourning as you suffer?
would i be one of the Adverse Party

who spat on your blood-caked face,

heaping insults as you pass?

would i be one of the Roman soldiers

whipping your tattered back

as you progress for Golgotha?

at the hour of the Atonement

would i fall to my knees,

revere the Blood streaming down the Cross

moistening

a redemption-parched Earth?

would i turn my back

laugh, label you a fool,

& refuse your sacrifice?

or, like the Thief, would i

pray for a ticket to Heaven?

i know my place

where i stand---

in Caiaphas' courtyard

our alliance i denied.

to Praetorium i dragged you

braided my sins

& placed it on your head.

in the craggy hill of Golgotha

i pounded my hammer

& nailed your extremities to the Cross---

'twas me,

'twas the dirt on my face

that held you there.

glaringly sadistic

but this is my reality---

for my Chains to be broken

my sins to be forgiven

for Satan to be held in his rightful place

& for you to be my Risen King

i must crucify you, my God.

Author's note:

"the pilgrim from Cyrene" - Simon of Cyrene

"Matronly Eves" – The women who wept while Jesus marched to His death in Golgotha.

"Adverse Party" – The people who mocked and spat on Jesus face in His procession to crucifixion.

"in Caiaphas' courtyard" – The place where Peter committed the first of his three denials of being connected to Jesus.

Praetorium – where Jesus was held to be flogged.