(30 December 1839 – 25 October 1916 / Dublin)



On his cross still hangs the Saviour,
Bears our sins in dreadful sum,
Eighteen centuries and three quarters,
Yet his kingdom is not come.


"It is finished!" Was it finished
When thy path of pain was trod?
Thou didst bear the sins of mortals,
Who shall bear the sins of God?

by John Todhunter

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A little presumptuous, I think, especially for having been written in the late 19th century when religious heresy was not that far removed from Christ's day... Don't get me wrong though, I agree with Mr. Todhunter completely. There are at least as many atrocities in this world as there are not. And if an all-powerful omnipotent being wished to torture us, wouldn't the worst torture be adding death and loss of loved ones to the mix? What can be more atrocious than that? So yes, I think God may be sinning Himself. I'm just surprised that anyone could have gotten away with saying that in 1875 without being flogged or expelled to some far away island... Other than that and on the face of it the poem itself is pretty humdrum to me....
Lovely piece on the unjustly crucifixion of Christ well articulated and insightfully penned with spiritual insight. A beautiful poem with good rhyme scheme. Thanks for sharing.
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