Four Poems by Colin Waldock

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The Hill
I am coming down the hill in the morning
the morning dew fresh and light
people gather as I pass their tents
the shouts grow louder
"Hosannah to the Son of David"

I am coming down the hill
the cold night boring deep into my soul
soldiers at my side
I am tied to prevent escape
though escape is not on my mind.

I am coming down the hill
I have been betrayed by my friends
into the hands of those who want me dead
They call me a messiah, and I am
just not the one they were expecting

I am coming down the hill
a crossbeam over my shoulders
someone called Simon helps the load
we arrive at Gehenna
it means hell, little do they really know

I am looking down the hill
The pain drains my life
The darkness closes in
Heaven and Earth break down
The Father weeps for a Son

I am coming down the hill
A hill that none have seen
The barricades of hell fall down
The rescue is made
I am the light which the darkness cannot hold

I am coming down the hill
Mary runs ahead to tell my friends
A new world is dawning
Heaven and Earth are reconciled
The Father greets the Son.

© Colin Waldock April 2014

The Garden
Prayer;
I don't want to be here
My insides convulse with fear;
Is there a way out?
What if I just walk away?

Prayer;
I can't sleep, I hear every sound;
Senses on red alert
The snoring of my friends
Father how can they sleep?

Prayer;
Father, I know your will
We are one.
Angel whispers; "Do not be afraid"
The tempter retorts, "Walk away"

Prayer;
NO!!!
My cry wakes Peter from a slumber
I am sweating blood; I am cold — shivering
Torches approach up the hill — it is coming.

Prayer;
Father hold me close; Spirit fill me
We are one
Judas. A kiss. A scuffle. A sword flashes
One more healing — My friends run away
It is done.

© Colin Waldock April 2014

The Cross
Beaten, Abused, Kicked , Flogged
Pain sears my body with each lash of the whip.
My mind loses focus;
I try to breathe:

Love the enemy

Half conscious, we are dragged inside
A crossbeam tied to our arms.
The smell consumes me
Sweat, blood, excrement.
I vomit.

Love the enemy.

My legs won't work, I can hardly see;
I fall, landing face first in the dross of humanity.
I feel strong arms
A face I have seen before, Simon Cyrene
I look into his eyes, into his soul
In hell's midst, another child is saved.

Piercing pain shoots through my wrists and feet.
I am blind.
All I can hear is the Tempters voice
"Save yourself", "Follow me and you can be their King"
I am God. I am love

Love the enemy

My God, My God, where are you?
The darkness closes in
My mind swirls in freefall...
Into the wings of the Father.
Father forgive them.

Love the enemy

The bonds break free
The shackles are broken
The Tempter is defeated.
I reach out in love, he runs to hide
Light bursts forth
Love endures

© Colin Waldock April 2014

The First Morning
I stand in the midst of Hell
Pain and suffering surround me.
I arrived bound, but now I am free.
The thief lies cowering in the corner
I spread my wings and light spreads everywhere
The darkness flees before it.
I break the gates of Hell, those held for eternity are freed.

I live

Through darkness and mist
I open my eyes and wake.
Light streams into the place where I am
A man in white stands by the doorway
Hands expertly free me from a shroud
Gently I am helped to stand

I rise

I stand by a cross
I see my friends running to the Tomb
Peter goes inside
He still looks broken
John looks around but doesn't see me
They leave

I have risen

Mary is left, she sees me
Asks me what I have done with the body.
"Mary"
"Rabboni"
Sweet Joy. Mary understands.
I am left alone with the cross and an empty tomb

I am risen

I am the resurrection and the life
Come to me and I will give you rest
Today is the new beginning, the new covenant
Live with me!I am risen so that you may rise in me

© Colin Waldock April 2014