Good Friday 2019

O dripping scourge,
The implement
That stripped Christ’s back
And ripped and rent;
You who drained
His vessels dry,
Behold the blackening
Of the sky–
His work was done
Once you did yours,
In pouring forth
The sinless gore.
The blood you wrenched
Out of his flesh
Now cries aloud
For wrath to rest.
O whip of Satan,
Tool of God,
Did your hands spill
This wine of love?