On the Via Dolorosa

I see my Lord, the Way, the Truth and the Life
He moveth on wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross
I see my Lord crawling on the raggedy way leading to Calvary
the blood from his forehead smarting His eyes.

I am just another bystander witnessing the razor sharp lash
cutting into His flesh and I crave to stretch my arms around Him
I am on the street the Holy Lamb of God has Walked
I am on the Via Dolorosa, In Jerusalem, in the Holy Land.

Back to  Wadi en-Nar

Dotting the wilderness of the Judean Desert
hanging dramatically down the cliff edge of a deep ravine
Mar Sabba stands imperiously, overlooking the Kidron Valley
Despite the restriction on women entering the main compound,
I feel an impalpable presence here at the Women’s Tower

Hopefully, I know this unique sentiment won’t be taken by Crusaders,
No gesture of good will justify the unjustifiable looting
Mar Sabba will not remain in Italy, the gross injustices he’ll rectify
Back to Wadi en-Nar, his relics the glory of God will signify

Sofia Kioroglou is a missionary, a pilgrim and a wife who happens to write poetry and flash fiction as a form of catharsis. She would be a cave recluse in Sinai had she not met her husband in Jerusalem four years ago. She is a twice award-winning writer and a 2017 Best of the Net Award nominee. Her poetry and flash fiction have played on the radio and are included in many anthologies, podcasts and a number of literary journals and printed books. She is a freelance editor, translator and copywriter. To learn more about Sofia Kioroglou’s work, visit:

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