Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
What might the Centurion in charge of the Crucifixion of Jesus have been thinking? What got him to say, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”
THE CENTURION SPEAKS
No question but it was a dirty job.
The scourging by itself was bad enough;
To drive the spikes, though, really takes a tough
And calloused character. The women sob,
The victim screams, and even as the mob
Cries out for more, men wince. The really rough
Part comes when all four soldiers huff and puff
To raise upright the heavy wooden stob,
For then the man’s own weight begins to work:
The tendons crack, the flesh begins to tear—
And when he thinks it’s more than he can bear,
They drop him in the socket with a jerk.
And after we did that, he said (It’s true!),
“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”
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Donald T. Williams, PhD