Book Karma Forever Free

The man stumbled and fell.
He was thirsty, so very thirsty.
Would noone bring him water?
He sighed.
A soldier kicked him.
"Stand up, Jew." he said, in scorn.
He tried to stand
but fell once more.
The soldier spat on him,
called him weak and lazy.
He pointed to a boy in the crowd.
"You," he said "Come, carry this man's load."
The man stood up -
plodded on, wearily.
In the crowd people were crying,
calling out his name,
but all he could think was
"Poor boy, forced to carry my burden."
He wanted to take it back,
to stop the other carrying it -
but he hadn't the strength.
They arrived at the hill.
The soldier spat on him again
then proceeded to nail his wrists
to the wood.
He cried out in pain.
Then came his feet.
The pain was unbearable.
He sobbed.
He was lifted and left for dead.
"Father, forgive them
for they know not what they do!"
Had he said that?
It did not sound like his voice.
Then later,
just before death took its toll -
"My God, why hast thou forsaken me?"
An alien voice in a strange land.
Then he died.
And the Earth quaked,
and the world grew dark.
Three days later, he rose,
walked once more amongst the living,
visited his friends and family,
and rejoined his father in heaven.
So
spare a thought for this man
and his wonderful compassion
for the lost -
the heroic deed
which allows us to be free -
Forever.