For Me

By Peter D. Coyl

Splinters

did not cause the blood

that flowed from every pore.

Hanging

on a cross of wood,

perhaps from an olive tree,

though he had the power

to heal himself

and smite them,

those who caused him pain.

With a breath

the power that created this earth

would do his will.

But he stayed there

on the wood

for me.