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Sonnet to Damnation

Scant days ago to palm strewn welcome come

As crowds did throng the roads down whence He rode

The King of Peace arrived, but there were some

Who sought to plot His end and they did goad

Poor Judas to betray for silver coin

And as he left the meal for this dread deed

So in the first communion did not join

But to the Lord the soldiers he did lead


How for His blood the people now cry loud

As they demand from Pilate He must die

By leaving Him to tortured death and shroud

Upon that dire cross He’s raised up high

Held on by nails pierced through His flesh and bone

What was the crime for which He should atone? 

ShirleyM's picture

Did you write it, OGA?

ShirleyM | | Permalink

I know you are very talented so I assume it is one of your own. :)

Old Greying Accountant's picture

Thank you Shirley ...

Old Greying Acc... | | Permalink

... yes I did, last night - but I've felt like s**t all day from lack of sleep - lol

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So, as poignantly written by Rudyard Kipling between batches of Cherry Bakewells:

IF you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!



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