Three Hours He walked in the field with Cain
Upon a tree to see the Kingdoms below the reef
On a blithe donkey, in the palm laden streets to be slain
Yet, He chose to die for the thief.
Deep in His Eyes this thief did see
A Pillar of Fire setting captives free
And in what a marooned isle was he
It accomplished; descended the sycamore tree.
As the Sun hid, darkness crept
To know the Truth with the Moon.
When did we ever see such a theft?
The Heavens wept very soon.
He led him on the rainbow; this is what History saw
Put upon him an Angel’s robe,
the Centurion blinked in awe.
Russell Fernandes
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