(After reading the crucifixion accounts in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John this morning, I thought I'd try meditating in a poetic form. Here's a second-ish draft of what I wrote. May your Good Friday be full of time to reflect on the Savior's cross with horrified sorrow and grateful awe.)
When he tried Jesus
Pilate asked,
What evil has he done?
I covet,
a toddler bully
biting kids with toys.
What evil has he done?
I indulge,
a lazy teen
refusing to leave bed or do chores.
What evil has he done?
I judge,
a college co-ed
knowing just enough to think
I know more than everyone.
What evil has he done?
I dictate,
an arrogant executive
demanding my plans fulfilled.
What evil has he done?
I resent,
a bitter old lady;
nursing home, nursing grudges.
What evil has he done?
None
but mine.
I – mocking – cry
Crucify him!
I – penitent – weep
Have mercy!
Crucify him.
3 comments:
Wow...
That was really powerful. Thank you.
This is beautifully and powerfully written. Thanks for sharing.
This is a really moving poem, Andrea. Good..."try"??!
Hanna
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