The three Nails

My beloved Jesus
You in your Mother´s arms
lifeless
without vital signs

And your Three Nails
wich take out your live.
Middly far, middly near
Craying for their acts
For murdered Jesus

A soldier passing by
and picked up the Nails
but John the disciple
ask them from the soldier
the roman agreed.

Now the three Nails
are in Mary´s hands
The three Nails are with Jesus.

ADRIÁN PRUNOTTO