Broken and Burning

The broken Christ on a Burning cross….

A Picture taken in one of the vandalized churches in Orissa in the ongoing communal violence.

Broken fingers and a broken hand
the Saviour on the Cross is hanging
crucified yet again in our selfish hearts
the personification of love is bleeding
as we nail him again, each day anew
the sacred blood flows down to the pew
the arms of hatred and violence raise
to break the legs and hands that bless
to satisfy the evil wants, the greediness
the selfish thoughts and the sinful hearts
Is Christ their enemy or the innocent lives
or the message that talks of love sublime?
the bitterness that piles in them
the intolerance that rages in them
Is this the answer to the love that calls
with arms open wide on the ’s cross?
The broken Christ on the burning Cross
is silent once more to the torture and woes
with silence that deafens, a silence that grieves
a silence that strengthens the heart which weeps
the message is clear and loud to all
it calls us to wake up to the truth around
to pick up our cross and follow Christ
HIS mission is ours for we are HIS arms
the broken hands and the bleeding feet
we HIS loving eyes and HIS love filled words.