This poem was inspired by a garden retreat in Mandeville focusing on Gods touch in

everything as the creator.  It helps me remember that our Lord is in control and we only

need look to Him to direct and support us and just be that which He made us, by living in the

fullness of the lives He gave us, whatever that is and who ever we are, where ever we are.

That is our greatest gift to Him.

“Crucify Him”

The words resounded across the universe,

For a second time stood still,

Angels wept in deepest grief,

As nails drove through His hands and feet,

With a brutal echoing thud.

The Holy Mother and closest friends

They were there that day,

When Jesus Christ, Messiah and Lord of all,

They so brutally slay.

“Crucify Him”

How many times still today do those words resonate,

Humanity loosing it’s integrity, burying itself in the crowds melay.

The noise that drowns out truth.

By Jo Shorthouse.  2007