Follow Me, He Said
A gentle man led twelve seekers of vision,
from berg to berg they followed his word.
Each with a talent, an individual mission,
a blessed heart in each had been spurred.
Some wrote of these simple passages in time
making sure that the memory lived on.
One had no inkling of his impending crime,
he just greeted each miraculous dawn.
Stories of this man and his followers spread,
crowds would greet him and sit at his feet,
hungrily soaking up every parable said,
grasping this as if chaff from his wheat.
As his renown grew the overlords took note,
his quiet strength gave them reason to pause
Could he be used as a symbolic sacrificial goat,
to reinforce their rule and their laws?
Soon he stood before a blatant mock trial
to answer for his sins and transgressions.
The fervor of the crowds now turned mild,
backs were turned on his holy professions.
The weakest of the twelve, approached with a proffer,
an appeal to his avarice and greed
The color of gold, for him, an intoxicating offer,
he extended a traitorous hand to accede.
His fate had been sealed by thirty silver pieces,
the overlords would now parade him through town
The welts on his back grew as each lash releases
its fury with each sickening, cracking sound.
The weight of the cross he bore o’re his shoulder
made his knees buckle and his face twist in pain.
He dragged on, transporting his own crucifixion holder,
inflicted with splinters from its roughly hewn grain.
The overlord now could show just who’s the boss
with his mallets and carpenters nails.
Brutally affixing this gentle soul to that cross,
paying no attention to the cries and the wails.
As he hung on that mount breathing his last
he begged the Holy Father to forgive them their sins.
Taken down, buried and after three days passed
he arose, a hopeful new religion did now begin.
Submitted for Dorrie's 'Jesus' them challenge
By AlwaysMyWords
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