Epiphany

I see before me a paradox

I can’t quite understand

I know I recognize the face

I know not from where or when

The face is strong and hard I note

The jaw line firm and true

I see that knowing smile of his

Some knowledge not meant for who

Blood upon his hands I see

Of many hues and colors

As if the blood was not his

But that of many others

Wounds upon his body I view

Almost too many to number

Some doth cut right to the soul

But all made whilst he slumber

This puzzles me, I do believe

Who would be such a coward?

To cut a man, who will not fight?

Who will not take their power

The eyes intrigue me most of all

The most familiar part of him

I cannot place, what I see

I sense it is most grim

I see a force that will not yield

Strength, and Courage and Love

Yet I see surrender to

For the world, so far above

Why is it so easy, to bleed for those

That will not bleed for you

Yet stand aside, when your heart bleeds

Is it not, to thyself be true?

I note the eyes, so cold yet gentle

A mystery to be sure

Eyes that have seen Life and Death

But yet, have seen no cure

These eyes have seen true joy

And Love in its full bloom

And yet I see a single tear

For all his pain and gloom

I see a hope that cannot die

And sorrow greater still

For with all life, there must come death

And Time my friend will tell

Then I feel it

Come for me

The shock

The Epiphany

My God!

I’ve been looking in a Mir………..