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Sonnet № 113099

The Carpenters Cross

by Caducus

Member since 2002 · Posted 27 Sep 2004 · Edited 27 Sep 2004 · 3 comments

Standing on a Galilee of curled oak Jesus planed the wooden beam, He bound the middle with frayed rope And made it fit for a Nazarene. He filled his chalice at the pail And tore a piece of bread Crows turned the sky to a blackened veil And from his crown Jesus bled. The nails on the beams changed to thorns And the wind dried his blood Red skies bled in to eves and morns From the carpenters cross made of wood. Jesus looked at the finished piece And Judas said unto him ‘Its fit for a King’. ------------------------------------------------------------

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[n/a] Caducus 27-Sep-04/9:02 AM Reply
Written as a paradoxical viewpoint that an ironic omen could have happened in the earlier life of Jesus. This sonnet portrays Christ as a man prior to his becoming of a messiah, and the spritual elements which could have hinted to his eventual fate and demise.

I am fascinated by the possibility that Christ as a man became the 'mortal ghost' once he transcended in to a messiah, when he died as a messiah he became the holy ghost in resurrection but in his ending of a man maybe we became the unholy ghost - mortals for which he died a martyr for, so he could lead us in to his path of righteousness and not the road to hell, the road of us trying to be who we can never be.

Road = Ro(Roman) ad(anno domini) road created by romans, path created by christ.
[10] INTRANSIT › Caducus 27-Sep-04/10:27 AM Reply
that's it! I'm movin' to Sparta.
[10] scitz 28-Sep-04/6:34 AM Reply
Shhh I'm coming home.