by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
my head placed on the block
as
I await the fall of blade
the sun is on my eyes though closed
and kneel so still I'm bade
all that is left is it, not I,
the world that's facing me
as You were crushed
beneath that beam
awaiting higher tree
but You were there to save me (us)
and gave sweat and blood by choice
and anyone around or since
still
heard Your grace-filled voice
for nothing am I waiting here
a threat is all there is
and no respect is in me
my head only terror's grist
though I for now remain on knees
I say Your name
and reach
for hands You offer each of us
that any chain will breach
My will is Yours
each moment
I sip once more from Your cup
reject the sword, axe, glaive above
take Your hands
and stand up
