When the Laughter Dies

It had to be.

He was nailed to a tree.

Know this when

You’re seized and bound,

Spat upon, mocked,

Scourged and crowned.

Humbly worn, you shall be

The rose to the thorns, and

When the laughter dies, and

They all turn back to

Their tellurian lives,

None shall see as

Your soul takes to wing and

Flies, flies, flies!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The greatest measure of love is sacrifice and the greater the sacrifice, the greater the love. There is no love greater than the love of God so there was no sacrifice sufficient to express His Divine Love other than Himself. "For God so LOVED the world..." "Blessed are those that mourn for they shall be comforted." Yes, it had to be. I enjoyed the read. Bless, F.

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work, my friend. Excellent.

[Lorry]

A point to be heeded by all methinks. I often wonder whatever happens to all those who bully and mock when the odds are in their favour.
People move on and cut out a path for their lives, but do those bullies learn or keep deluding themselves.
It's one thing we all have in common, we'll have to pay the toll of life and although some would deny it to their last breath, their toll will be all the heavier for it.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I remember times of feeling like this. Their laughter dies down, but also a little bit of heart dies with it. Nice use of allegory.
j.

[Laz K.]

It was on the news very recently that the Shroud of Turin is now accepted as real beyond a doubt. AI technology can re-create the face of Jesus, and it is a haunting, deeply moving image. Regardless of what one believes, the mystery lingers, and the enigmatic visage on the thin fabric is an indictment of the brutality and senseless cruelty of man.