THE RANSOM

THE RANSOM

This shall not perish from the earth.
That dark tree would. It’s ransom?
Why, the crown of thorns, of course.

And this valley of fear, this gloom?

Unlike the old wounding diadem,  
They will be there again at sunrise
Unlike His Tree and prickly Crown.
They will not be there to save them.

His blood shall be on their heads.

Yet, they too, will know redemption.

They, too, will find their good cure:
The vile and the cruel shall be gone
When He comes to live next door.

But how often do we need redemption?

---Albert B. Casuga
04-15-14, Mississauga, Ontario