Poems for Haydn’s Seven Last Words of Christ

Published on April 8, 2025

Father, Forgive Them

They flog me raw, no clue it’s you.
My Father, please forgive them,
for they know not what they do.

The crowd convenes to cheer and spew,
my back their bloody lute to strum.
You king of Jews! No clue it’s you.

By egregiously misreading Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s moral crisis, it primes viewers for violence.

Toni Alimi and Matthew Elia each make the case that it is. Their books demand a reckoning.

One of the clearest ways God says yes to Christians is when unjust authorities hate us.

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