My Last Seven Words

Oh my beloved people so close

I cared for thou whist in agony

You kicked me until my heart torn

Still my prayer sustains you

Abba forgive our own blood

They art not knoweth their actions

My soul longs for thou my people

Like a mother yearns to see her baby

Thou art hence precious to me

My paradise greets you

You will be in my paradise always

I created you in my own image

You’re in my wounded heart

My mother is so wonderful

Now she is your mother beloved

I am her son bruised and strewn

My body is torn into pieces

Nails rip through my tender bones

Flog penetrate my flesh

Oh God, I cannot take it anymore

Why have you left me to suffer?

I walked the corners of Jerusalem

My heart cried for the lowly

Hungry and thirsty ate from me

But now I cried for water on the cross

Yet, instead you gave me vinegar

My heart sought you whilst you astray

I gave you a light yoke for you

With me you had all comfort

Why did you give me a heavy Cross-?

I am finished on that cross

I breathed life into the lifeless

My spirit revived thou soul

Beloved, you mounted me on this wood

I cannot breathe anymore

Father, into your hands I commend my spirit

Poem inspired from the last seven words of Jesus on the Cross
Jerri Melwin Dias SJ