Christ
by Charles W. Somervill

And this Christ myth we have
could be real in ways unimaginable
to the believers
For what if this man
walked once
taught peace
as he walked
for that is what
we need
saw the shadow
that hung in our way
the memories of mistakes
the times we left
ourselves unforgiven
perhaps he saw this
shadow of shame
in this shadow festers
the darkest
for this is the sorrow
the hurt
the hate
the fear and rage
all he offered absolution
the forgiveness
we could not give
ourselves
hidden within our cloak
of shame
of fear
all that fear brings
real or not
his gift forgiveness
so we
may know life
and yes he died
for your sins...

But I have washed my sins
in my own blood
finding in center of pain
all I had not forgiven myself
I longed for death
at that moment
‘til at last I wanted life
found that I could
forgive even myself
I watched fear leave
room for peace
which filled me...

Author's Note: This poem is nothing more than a representation of one of the greatest transformational moments in my life. I wrote it and the words themselves can portray that meaning better than anything I could write about them.