One of the newer members of the church family was so moved by the sermon & the thoughts it spurred on in her that she went home and wrote a poem that was born of those reflections. I asked her if I could post it here...
dedicated to my daughter, eleanna
Unable to hold up His head any longer
He slowly drops His chin, allowing tired shoulders to slump.
A cry of agony escapes with precious breath.
The weight of His body tearing hands and feet once more.
Blood trickles down His forehead – into compassionate eyes.
The sting stirs Him to once more lift His face to Heaven.
Warm liquid streaming down cold cheeks onto His neck
brings a faint smile to His taut face.
Dry lips crack once more.
Blinking to clear His eyes, His vision pans across the disbelieving crowd
all of whom now stand, as this “King of the Jews”
gives each face an enduring, piercing look.
As I gaze on the multitude, I behold unparalleled events.
With mystery and wonder, His strength seems renewed.
His breathing less labored
His expression speaks compassion, shouts mercy, and proclaims grace.
Tenderness flows from His eyes into theirs
and after His gaze, their faces are luminous
their conduct transformed.
I stand amazed
I stand still
I hide in the shadows
hoping not to capture His vision.
Focusing again on the happenings around me
my eyes lock on one small group of people gathered near Him.
Why has He overlooked them?
He has not even given them notice,
yet they seem to be the most subdued
pierced to the very core of their being
hearts mourning earnestly, but quietly.
Others stand jeering, mocking, laughing
Despising this man, who, by others beside Him
has been declared innocent of any wrong.
Why then such love?
Why such impassioned venom?
A clashing blend of harmony
A choral arrangement for one
The orchestra plays on.
One final look to the group huddled near.
Did I hear Him say ‘Mother’?
Seconds seem like hours
Then again, hours were but minutes.
I stare at the silhouette before me
etching the scene in my mind
Repeating over and over again
Never forget Calvary’s view
Never forget Calvary’s view
Suddenly I find myself drawn…
driven to survey His face.
Forgetting all others,
oblivious to all
His eyes meet mine
Weary, yet firm. Exhausted, yet steadfast.
His face absorbs me.
His pain softens me.
Unspoken words ring out
YOU ARE MY JOY
Three final words
‘It is finished’
all is complete.
finally, over too soon.
Dark and dreary, gloom permeates the air
A moonless, starless, sunless sky
Wind whirls, thunder rolls, rain falls
Unexpressed emotions now cripple me
Tears flow, hearts break
A roaring peace settles.
LET US FIX OUR EYES ON JESUS,
THE AUTHOR AND PERFECTER OF OUR FAITH,
WHO FOR THE JOY SET BEFORE HIM
ENDURED THE CROSS, SCORNING IT’S SHAME
AND SAT DOWN AT THE RIGHT HAND
OF THE THRONE OF GOD.
HEBREWS 12:2 NIV