The Mountain

Sun, 09/16/2018 - 00:24 -- JDiatte

It was Friday night,

The clouds were encroaching on the skies above

Terror filling the lands below

Darkness invading the Earth around us

Eating away at the space from where the birds were perched, up there in the trees

The darkness was moving from left to right

Filling up the space with a blink of an eye

Lightning crashed

Thunder rumbled

My stomach bubble…

 

I looked around, smiles were like legends of a folktale

Laughter silenced at the drive of a nail

I couldn’t even see my brothers face 5 inches away from my grasp

There we were, sitting on the dirt pavement there perched up against a rock

Glissoning droplets flowing down my cheeks

I look over to my left…they were crying too,

Robes of silver colorless drapes down their hopeless faces

I didn’t know what to think

I turn my head over to the right…

Terror like red roses on their faces

 

They were MEAN!
they were ANGRY!
EVIL
THEY WERE CURSING
LOUD NOISES
REHEARSING
EVERY SECOND
EVERY HOUR
STILL YELLING
THEY WERE SPITTING
THROWING
EPLODING WITH CURSES AT HIM!
TAUNTING and GAMBLING
THEIR SOULS HAVE ALL FALLEN APART!
BLACK and GRAY
were THE COLORS OF THEIR BROKEN HEARTS!

This was all before they viciously flogged him

Glass ripped through his flesh

Saliva pierced the skies like bad medicine

 

Men…

armed with sticks, whips, and the cat of 9 tales

Tales of Grief

Tales of Discomfort

Tales of Agony

And of glass, digging their own graves through his skin

So close to murder you could it on his face

 

Blood…

like crushed cranberries flowing from every orface of his being, as they dried up in their place

I looked down…… my feet submerged in rotted red wine!!

After the 39th lash, he gasps for air, as the T shaped figure slowly encroaches on him

I’m screaming inside!

HOPLESS!!!

But no reply…

The Roman men up there were embodied by the Devil himself

They forged his skin with hollow holes as He hiked up that mountain

Whipping his exposed skin at every chance they had

 

My…Momma told me not to follow them up the mountain, but I did anyways

As I trecked up that hill, every fiber of my being wanted to help him

Surrounded by a mob of blood sick animals

The crowds grew insane

Sweat like watered down fruit punch pouring from his thorn pierced skull!

We finally ascended the hill

He carried that tree like all the lives in that mob depended on it

But that was hours ago now, as I try to keep myself from staring at the three men hanging on the crosses of the mountain

My tears have now become a fountain

He had it the worst, nails keeping him attached from feet to hand

He didn’t deserve it but they did

He didn’t earn it but we did

 

There’s a lot of talk about this man up there and of all of which I’m certain…

IVE SEEN HIS TEACHINGS IVE HEARD HIS TRUTHS!
He’s in the middle

King of the Jews written on the label

In the middle of two criminals

In the middle of his creations

But ….they didn’t know that yet, we didn’t know that yet

They looked at him like a man, but really he was their king

He looked up to his father

Said to you I come

Tears of agony as the vinegar touched his tongue

The man on the right said “You are the one!”

Paradise was on his lips, hope of blood written on his hands, nails of happiness in his feet…

His name was Jesus!!

The son of God! The Son of Man! Being murdered by his own plan…

 

I sunk into the ground, love shining off of his face like a crown

Blood and water poured out of him and it was finished, it was done…

But it wasn’t over yet, I ran down the hill and didn’t look back!

The Earth shook at every step I took,

The world stopped

For a moment I was drowning, but then my tears washed me up onto shore

The next two days all was gloomy and dark

The sun picked up where it left off, but its presence stark

Everyone around me tried to go on with their lives

But it turns out that we were all stabbed with the same knives…

until it happened,

 

I remember it just like it was yesterday

I was walking through the streets and saw him

Golden smile lit up his face, he shined as the holes on his hands took their place

HE CAME BACK TO LIFE!!!!!

The curse was no more, all of our pain was washed away with his blood

This was love!

Not that we loved him but that he loved us!

Our father sent his son as a sacrifice for us!

He’s my father! He’s my dad! He’s my friend! He’s my savior!

And I walked around that day with a laugh

Knowing that I’m safe in his arms forever

With a hope, a hope that one day my children would be free

Free from sin and full of life.

What I saw on that mountain, on that day, was love boundless love is what ill show the world with him in my heart forever.

And I’ll see him again sometime soon, in paradise he said

I’m sure it will be a lot of fun not in darkness but with happiness and hope instead!

               Joey R. C. Diatte

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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