After Luke 23:32-49
It had to be, this death,
mandated by heaven.
The innocent nailed
to the tree, placed
between thieves,
listens to them
mocking, gambling
for his clothes,
the elites ridiculing
him, telling him
to save himself,
the soldiers mocking,
telling him to save
himself, and the thief,
mocking, telling him
to save himself, only
the remaining thief
understanding the death
was necessary, asking
to be remembered.
The darkness comes
like a wrathful storm.
The curtain rips, a sign
of departure, He speaks
his last, commending
himself into his father’s
hands. And it is done.
It is finished.
It is accomplished,
this necessary death.
Photograph by Joshua Fuller via Unsplash. Used with permission.
1 comment:
Amen, Glynn . . . This is beautiful.
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