Whole One Month Preparations And Celebrations Are Over;
Christ is Born.
Now Life Again Return Back to Normal,
I am Leaving Little Jesus Here, Taking My Burdens On My
Shoulder,
Before Leaving I Looked and Smiled at Him and Told Him “See
You On Good Friday and Then Easter”
He Smiled Back,
Yea, I Know Nothing Can Be Changed, Perhaps He Too Know
That.
While I Walked Through The Rough Climate Outside, I
Realized That I Am Happy But I Am Sad.
Perhaps I Should Not Be Here, I Shouldn’t See Him,
Then Perhaps I Could Have Less Pain When I Pierce His
Heart, When I Thrash Him To Bleeding, When I Throw Him To The Most Painful
Death.
My Legs are Trembling, I Was About to Fall, Suddenly I Took
My Conscious Back, I Shouted To My Legs To Be Strong,
I Said Them “We Have to Go A Long Path Forward Before You
Forget How To Walk”
And I Raised My Legs High and Forced Them To Move Forward.
Yes, Tomorrow I Will See This Beautiful Little Child as a
Handsome Active Youth,
But I Won’t Get Time to Cherish In His Success and His
Graceful Happiness,
In No Time I Will See Him Dragged Through The Streets Like
One The Most Hated,
And I Will Be There In One of Them To Drag and To Kick Him.
Oh I Closed My Eyes,
I Don’t Know Why This Thoughts Coming In To My Mind,
I Should Have Move Forward, I Said Myself,
I Walked Forward Resisting The Cold Wind,
Slowly I Tried To Forget Him,
But I Know I Can’t Forget Him,
Time is Moving Fast, And I Won’t Get Time to Forget Him,
When I Reach Jerusalem , I Will See You As A Scapegoat
Before Me, For Me,
And Even Though I Wish to Help You, I Won’t,
Instead I Will Throw You Into the Hands Who Wants to
Shatter You,
At That Time You Will Smile At Me and I Will Remember That
Beautiful Smile of You When I First Saw You In The Cradle With Your Mama and
Papa, I Will Remember Your Raised Little Hands At Me and The Kiss I Gave To
Those Beautiful Hands of Yours; In This Cold Christmas Day.
I am Holding My Tears, For That Day,
I Want to Burst to Cry, But No, Not Now,
I Will Cry, I Will Burst To Cry In Silence,
But Only After Throwing You to Those Merciless Hands For My
Greed, To Keep My Priorities.
I Walked Forward,
Murmuring…
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