Augustine knew no crucifix, you see.
The crux of that outrageous event
was not some bloody suffering servant sent
to appease His own offended diety.
No, the early centuries, the scholars cite,
were all about the Victor Christus; I AM
“defeats the powers”; all Lion, no Lamb.
I wonder if the scholars have it right.
A boy from Hippo once stole some fruit,
pears first filched then left to rot.
The thieving truant later came to see
in guilt a groaning need for substitute;
while Love – implacable, unbought –
could leave a Saviour hanging on a tree.