Blood

Huge white columns line the vast chamber. A man is dragged across the floor and thrown before a white throne; blood flows deeply from the wounds that cover his body. A crowd shouts for his execution but no fault is found. Innocent yet condemned. Soldiers in Roman attire surround him and mock him. They spit on him and strike him with their fists. Twenty-nine lashes across his back and a robe is wrapped around him. A crown fashioned from long thorns is crammed onto his head piercing his scalp. The crowd is in a frenzy for blood. So much blood. The scene blurs to a hill and the man is being laid on a cross. Long steel spikes are driven into his wrists and feet bursting arteries and veins. The cross is lifted and dropped upright into a hole. Agony washes over the man’s face. The whole scene; three crosses on a hill, the sky is dark and blood flows deep red down the poles of the crosses. Perception zooms in on the man in the middle. Although the pain appears unbearable and the blood running down his face is thick; the man looks into the eye of the dreamer and says, “This blood is for you.”