Legions of angels
Stood aimed, battle ready
To strike at command
As the Son of God
Stood in the dark garden and
Faced His accusers
His disciples ran
His betrayer kissed His cheek
Yet He was silent
Triple Haiku
He was oppressed and He was afflicted,
Yet He opened not His mouth;
He was led as a lamb to the slaughter,
And as a sheep before its shearers is silent,
So He opened not His mouth.
Isaiah 53:7
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 