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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 1. Why do we persecute this Jesus? this Palestinian Jew, with claim to one almighty God? Ahh! let me home, it’s all too much, and no avail. so I Longinus, leader of Pilate’s guard, which nailed him up, (he never complained) gave him up, his broken body to his mother and the crowd; Oh! pitiful crying and moaning, gnashing of teeth in their pious, bloody grief yet….he spoke to me, this Arab, this Jew, with his eyes, he looked resolute and calm: and a smile (aghast!) he had for me. and the earth trembled and shook; afraid; they loved him the many, I could see, and I spoke out loud the words that I believed, that he was real, and one with he above! and they looked at me, my men, and scowled, ahh!...who are they to know? and time and days passed. And I deserted: 2. and I took on the garb of wanderer, so as to be free, and sensed a great commotion; “he’s back!. He’s never dead!” and I was led by disciples’ horny hands, for they knew me now, to a tomb, gaping hole and door-stone rolled aside. and they shouted “where is he? where’s the master?” and a passing storm became a torrent and the rivers swelled and the winds blew their strong wind, and took away the grave’s harsh stink: then as quickly as it had begun, a sound like the rumble of a quake, split the sky and sunlight, warmed and dried the earth around. and there the master in shining white, fresh with neat trimmed beard, as if out for a walk with kith and kin, came. and up on a mountain we followed to the top, and he spoke; but because of the great clamor all about him, I could only catch a few words, “make new disciples,” “ teach” and something about him always being with us. and then (I tell no lie)…his body took up to the warm sky, with flowing robes and a choir of heavenly verse, the likes of which I had never heard. and he was gone. 3. and I taught his words, for some time after; and each time I spoke I felt grown; and so, I lived my life: but not for long; and soon I took his place and bid the sorry world, this place, a painful goodbye. and when next I saw his smile, his tearful foreign eye; I swelled; and went to his side: and he placed his hand in mine.
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