Cranial content: CALVARY THROUGH HIS HANDS (edited by Ikechukwu Ononiwu)
Hi guys, wonderful weekend right? Here's poetry I posted in April of 2010. In line with the 'season' of remembering the price Jesus paid for us, enjoy this poem.
“Crucify HIM! Crucify HIM!” they screamed.
They had no idea what it entailed.
My LOVER took the shame and bore my cross.
HE could have turned them into dust
But HE thought of me and continued.
I can imagine how they crucified HIM.
They clearly would have torn HIS rotator cuff muscles;
The supraspinatus, infraspinatus, teres minor and subscapularis.
The teres major too would have been displaced.
Deltoid screamed for help as all supply by the axillary nerve was cut off.
HIS muscles were all worn out before they got to Golgotha
But yet LOVER held the forth.
HIS fasciae became history
For though HE did nothing
HE remembered me and claimed my shame
5 Forints I cannot give HIM for this
For not even a billion and a second “trili-zillion” Euros and Rupees cannot buy that for me.
Then the soldiers hit HIM again
“Continue now, don’t drop it, do you think we have got all day?”
They said that to the KING OF GLORY…but HE carried the cross once more
HIS anterior and posterior arm was down,
Not even innervations by the musculocutaneous and radial nerve could do anything
Oh, HIS flexors and extensors too
With flexors and extensors weak,
HE couldn’t demonstrate like HE did when HE spoke the beatitudes.
Then came that soldier with the black eye…
He hit HIS ulnar nerve (right at the elbow joint)
Oh the tingle my LOVER felt
The synovial fluid from the bursae spill
But yet HE said “baby…imma take it all for you!”…HE winked at me
LOVER’s nose bled,
HIS skin was covered with HIS own blood
No cutaneous fat could help
You know they wore on HIM a thorn crown
All arteries and veins flowed with blood for the last time
Once again HE fell
And the soldier with the red star pulled HIM up using HIS torn gleno-humeral joint
I’m sure HIS subclavious muscle was destroyed
Oh, he stuck his hand in HIS axillary fossa…oh the pain
Lymph nodes compressed, no difference between the vessels in it.
Then came another soldier who struck HIS dorsal side
The whip slash passed from HIS trapezius downward
Rhomboid major and minor went down too
Once again the dorsoscapular innervations grew weak
Nerves down…they had some meters to go
But because HIS love is greater than HIS latissimus dorsi
When the thoracodorsal nerve messed up
HE still held the forth
Yet another soldier hit HIS ventral side as HE struggled up
Pectoralis major and minor and serratus anterior received it with grace
And HE fell down again
HIS pronator teres , pronator quadratus and supinator failed to work
Then Simon of Cyrene passed by and carried the cross
I breathe a sign of relief
Finally LOVER could catch a breath.
Then they got to the place of the skull (Golgotha)
As they dragged HIS upper extremity
I knew that HIS carpal tunnel with the flexors and median nerve in it where “in for it”
With so much strength, the soldier with the green laces shouted:
“Nail HIM!”…the people cheered.
Lumbricals and interossei, the retinaculi got ready for this…
HIS palma aponerosis shattered,
Median and ulnar nerve branches were pierced
Superficial palmar arch destroyed…
They nailed HIM to the cross!
Some hours later…LOVER died.
Drama filled the earth
Joseph of Arimathea requested that HIS body be buried
They checked HIS radial pulse from the anatomical snuffbox
Alas, HE was dead.
But then, LOVER rose again
After 3days as HE said…HE did not disappoint
Mary Magdalene and the other women went to anoint HIS body
They wept when they couldn’t find it
But then the angel told them “HE has risen”!
HE showed HIMSELF to the people
But yet the rulers tried to shut their mouths
I refuse to be like Thomas
Who did not believe until he saw HIS hands
The holes HE took for me!
Oh LOVER, YOUR love is forever
Unlike arteries, veins and nerves that change name
YOUR name remains the same
Subclavian, axillary, brachial are not necessarily the same
But YAHWEH, JEHOVAH, ADONAI…age to age you are still the same
These plexuses would pass away…but YOUR WORD will remain the same!
Thank YOU LORD JESUS…for I can boldly say:
“Yes, BABA nailed it…but then HE rose again!”