Williamsji Maveli writes, ​​​​​​Pathways Of the Cross

My sinned hands wash out the wounds of lust,
Blood flows through the veins of human lost,
Bringing back the whole thing within a pleasure, 
A town-folk now in despair, looking for a leisure.

For Almighty God’s image had vanished on cloud, 
Leaving behind the vast emptiness folded shroud,
In between two thieves He was nailed side by side, 
I just looked up and cried out, then took a ride.

Until the dark rain clouds came to wash out my all, 
Giving my hallucination and ultimate curtain call,
My big head bow down at your altar of pure love, 
For that is the day I declare all over in glow above.

Tearing the black veil of truth that caused the conflict,
For it was why we all search for one who is difficult,
When we know He is here and wants to come again,
Two eyes looking guiltiness at you for mercy to regain,

My ruined body feels holy by the touch of the black cross,
My body, my soul, all is yours until I pass your way across,
My land, my heart, all is yours until I reach your abode,
Let try to live in this world obliged with all laws and code.

-Williamsji Maveli

PAINTING: Copyright & Courtesy to artist  Michael David Sorensen.