The Death Of My Lover

A crucifixion story from the perspective of John the Beloved

 

An ancient tree I now behold

Blood of God runs now cold

Crimson red the branches stain

Ageless deity is now slain

 

What victory is won by this?

Death has stolen God’s great gift

A violent end to peace’s prince

No justice here before or since

 

Then he wakes and I am new

To empty graves as one we flew

Then he walks and I find peace

My heart with God, a debt appeased