April 3, 2026
A crown of thorns he wore
On that judgement day
He carried his own cross
To show us all the way
His crown was not of gold
With jewels made to shine
It was made for pain
April 18, 2025
Jerusalem lounged luminescent below me, sprawling vision glowing orange, red, and gold in a setting sun. Tranquil, peaceful, oblivious.
March 29, 2024
I stopped, took a deep breath, and scrambled up to the brow of the hill where I saw a large crowd gathered at the foot of one of the trees. This tree had been chopped into two pieces, with one nailed to the other, forming a crude cross.