Between Two Thieves

A Poem

Christ Crucified Between the Two Thieves (”Lord Remember Me”), William Blake, ca. 1800 -1803. Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Bequest of Grenville L. Winthrop

Caught between

Two thieves

Belial’s sons

Who mock and deceive

As Hadean hordes

Gloat and preen

My once bright form

Made gaunt and mean

Nailed by lies

To a cross of flesh

Lifting a psalm of sighs

In my duress

The Legion jeers -

“You wretched clod!

Curse Him and die!

Resist not your assigned demise!”

I hang my head in shame

As blood and tears cascade

While the fiends call my name

Beckoning towards the realm of shades

Yet flesh

Though weak

Must heed the Word

Of Spirit meek

To gladly turn

The other cheek

For as in heat

The blade is forged

Through agony

Is strength born

Not of this world

Of Sin and Death

Which no king can conquer

With his final breath

Though eye be blind

And senses numb

Vision breaks forth into speech

Rendering the demons dumb

Falling to their knees

As I proclaim

In victory:

“It is done!”

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