Calvary is a rubbish tip close by,
not a green hill far away.
That is the stench of rotting dogs,
not the waft of holy oil.
The cross is stubbed and splintered,
not elegant and planed
as if in a Florentine fresco.
Imagine that helmet a mask.
Imagine that sandal a boot.
Imagine that spear a gun.
Imagine this crowd
not contorting itself in grief
but holding up its phones
to share Easter with the world;
proving it was there
by watching it on screen.
What happens next
will amaze you
Steve Turner (20th century) England
Source: TearFund
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