Answers to Many Whys, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Liegendes sich_aufstützendes_Mädchen_anagoriaRecumbent Figure of a Girl, Hans Peter Feddersen (1875)

Answers to Many Whys, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Here weeping upon this most hallowed ground,
Staring at the body nailed to the tree.
Searching for words, but making not a sound.
He did it to set my wicked soul free.

Horrible pain, as He is not yet dead.
Wearing a crown of thorns upon his head.
His simple garments on the ground are spread.
Many cast lots for them, while others fled.

Lifted His head to heavenly Father,
Slowly bloodied chin fell onto His chest,
Nev’r a single sound of willful anger.
Earth suddenly shook, He is now at rest.

Now three days I must wait for Him to rise,
Then He will give answers to many whys.