Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.”  I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”

What might the Centurion in charge of the Crucifixion of Jesus have been thinking?  What got him to say, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”

"Gordon's Calvary"
“Gordon’s Calvary”


Sonnet XLIX


No question but it was a dirty job.

The scourging by itself was bad enough;

To drive the spikes, though, really takes a tough

And calloused character.  The women sob,

The victim screams, and even as the mob

Cries out for more, men wince.  The really rough

Part comes when all four soldiers huff and puff

To raise upright the heavy wooden stob,


For then the man’s own weight begins to work:

The tendons crack, the flesh begins to tear—

And when he thinks it’s more than he can bear,

They drop him in the socket with a jerk.

And after we did that, he said (It’s true!),

“Forgive them, for they know not what they do.”


Remember: for more poetry like this, go to and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest book, Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis, due out Sept. 30, 2016, from Square Halo Books!

Donald T. Williams, PhD



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