Friday, April 18, 2014

Good Friday 55

*The first one is new this year but I am including the 55s from previous years as well.


The Magdalene

I wandered
tormented, unclean, unwelcome.
He drove away my darkness,
restored me to a community.
I followed him,
served him gratefully.
Now I follow at a distance
witnessing his torment 
as darkness falls on him,
while the others turn away.

I watch where his body is laid.
So I may offer
my final loving act of service.


The Arimathean

 I followed him secretly
since I was on the council which opposed him.
At His trial
I would not condemn him
though the others did.
What I could not do while He lived
I dared after He died.
I boldly asked Pilate
for the body,
prepared it for burial,
laid Him in my own tomb.    



The Governor


I found no fault
in the one brought before me.
My wife warned me.
Herod returned him to me.
I offered to release him
but the crowd demanded the murderer instead.
Lacking strength of conviction,
I yielded to the mob.
Water washed my hands
but could not cleanse my conscience
of an innocent man's blood.


The Disciple

I left my business and my home to follow him.
I sat at his feet,
swore my allegiance,
said I'd die with him.
drew my weapon in his defense.
When my test came
I cowered in the darkness,
denied we ever met,
and knew my love was nothing
as his poured out for faithless me.



The Cyrene

I came to Jerusalem for the Passover.
I heard the commotion,
saw the condemned paraded in the street.
One was barely alive.
I turned away until...
the Roman yanked me from the crowd,
laid the beam on my shoulders.
Only when I met the bloodied man's eyes
did I realize he endures the judgment
I deserve.



The Thief

Merciless sun blisters my skin as the crowd's unrelenting curses assault my ears.
The weight of my own guilt,
the pain of dislocated joints and bound limbs bear down so heavily
I can barely breathe.
I dangle between present agony and hopeless eternity until He tells me,
"Today you will be in Paradise with Me."



The Guard

I'm glad to follow my orders well.
It's like taking out the trash to rid the earth of the scum we execute here.
Today is different.
One never begged for mercy, never fought us.
He spoke mercy on us all.
For the first time I feel guilt.
I fall to my knees, confess His deity.



The Mother

We had to travel when my time was so near.
When the king was killing the little boys we had to flee for our lives.
I was panicked when we lost him in the city.
But nothing has pierced my heart
like watching the spikes enter his flesh
and the sword plunge into his side.

9 comments:

Bijoux said...

He is Risen! Happy Easter, Lime.

Stephen Hayes said...

Wonderful poems that require more than one reading. I know I'll be coming back. Happy Easter.

Anvilcloud said...

This is an interesting was to view the passion, from various viewpoints in poetic form.

Craig said...

Every year, I look forward to these from you. Thanks so much; another worthy installment. . .

Suldog said...

Some of your best stuff. Excellent.

Tabor said...

Your poetry makes this more than real. Very good.

silly rabbit said...

I am so touched! You spoke to my heart and made my eyes moist. Beautiful.

Kat said...

Puts a lump in my throat. Beautiful, Lime.

GAB said...

Very Beautiful and perfect for Easter! Thank You Lime!