How I held him

A song for Easter.
There’s an Anglo-Saxon poem called Dream of the Rood, which is about the crucifixion from the point of view of the cross. This is a poem (also a song) inspired by that. At the same time it’s a lament for his dead father by a young boy, who tried to save him as he was dying, but was not strong enough to do so.
At the end, the life everlasting promised through the sacrifice of the crucifixion may be a blessing, but the endless life alone faced by one who grieves has a different meaning.

How I held him

I felt the weight of his body
I felt the softness of his skin
A heavy burden was on my arms
As I held him up
I felt the life force draining from
His sinews and his beauty and his limbs

(Chorus)
Oh oh how I held him
Oh oh how I loved him
His ruined hands, the blood that ran, all of his plans
Oh magical, oh mortal-weary man

No-one asked me if I wanted
To be the one to bear his weight
Alone in the dark of that Friday
I held him up
While suffering the iron
In our arms and in our souls and in our fate

Chorus

(Bridge)
He bore me bravely on his shoulders
I just liked to feel him near
O he was innocent as I was
When I held him up
I opened to the wounding and the hatred and the fear

This all happened in the past now
I can never change what’s been and gone
So I will have to bear the future
When I held him up
I started on the strange days
and the endless years of the endless life to come

Chorus

Oh how I held him, oh how I loved him, (repeat, fade out)

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