CRUSHED

Poem (c) Troy Jones 2003 It’s hard to believe we live in a world with so much hate and fear. I see this world before my eyes falling apart and the truth; it’s deprived, it makes me cry. A raging war, battles for my soul and surging thunder roars in my mind. Much like a storm, it rocks me to the core and everything that I sense, is mystified. It’s cold and it’s lonely out here on my own, on the road that stains the centre of my soul. I close my eyes, shed a tear and wish the world away. Even so, the pain is endless to remain. I open my eyes to search through the night. Untainted truth is what I need to find. Teardrops begin to fall from my weary eyes. I catch a glimpse of a crushed man crucified. Strangely, I’m stunned with wonder at this confrontation that stings my pride. Who could this be calling out to me? I’m convinced clearly, it’s Jesus Christ.