The Sacrifice

• Ebony Franzmann, Grade 12, Trinity College
• Poetry
• 2012

2nd in the 'Legendary 2012' competition

Charcoal clouds crept through the sky
At three that afternoon.
Sorrow drank the joy from hearts
And poisoned them with gloom.

The women wept tirelessly,
The crowd cheered defiantly.
Disciples bowed down in piety,
Yet Jesus hung there silently.

A spear pierced His side,
Blood drained from His veins.
Torture sliced His flesh and soul
Till there stood His remains.

Yet three days later, He rose again
Astounding all who mourned the loss.
No nails could constrain a sacrifice so great;
No, love pinned Him to the cross.