The Agony

Is the horseshoe able to feel the pain,
administered by the blacksmith’s hammer;
or, does life, alone, sense loss or gain;
from all of life’s hardships or glamor?

Does the hurricane hurt, blowing down trees;
or drown in the the flood waters, ensuing;
is there a force that brings energy to its knees;
or are these even thoughts worth pursuing?

The Master commanded the winds and waves;
ordering them:  “Peace, be still”.
His command could even empty all graves;
for, all energy bows to His will.

Sentience is awareness; or consciousness;
granted by the Master, to all things created;
the earth then responded with godlessness;
rejecting the Master, they hated.

Imagine the agony, that the Master felt;
an Artist, despised by His painting;
more excruciating than the lash’s welt;
as He felt his lifeblood draining.

Evil placed a crown of thorns on his head;
thinking his loss, be their gain;
even more ironic, once he was dead;
for God was the king of pain.

Ultimately, all guilty must suffer death;
for agony was to be their due;
breathing forgiveness with his last breath:
“Father forgive; they know not what they do.”