Ecce Homo Poem by David Lazar

Bowed by my panic life to quietly sit,
By the side of an unsung work to me, compiled long ago.
Began to rejuvenate me like a liver.

Away from the sight of that work,
My heart knows no rest nor respite.
My life become endless toil, like an airless lung's moil.

Today the spring bee has come at my window
With its murmuring and emanating fragrance,
To sing the story of ‘Ecce Homo' who kissed once the same spring.

A long awaited summer, like a leafless winter tree,
Wraps its sunshine around me like a blanket.
Bears me with its abundant fruits.

Now it's time to sit quiet to meditate upon the words he sung,
But can't arrest the silence for long,
My heart burst to tune his song for life.

I wish to be the spring of His song, like a seed on its way to growth.
The summer of His ecstasy, like shores of the blue lake.
And the autumn of His Passion like dawn waits to face the day.

By David Lazar