Sunday, March 27, 2005
Down in the depths
(Another of David's wonderful poems for Easter)
You’d have thoughthe’d have wanted at leastto get some sleep,after the hammering he’d taken,not just at the end but throughout.But no lie in for Jesus.Busy as ever as he rested with the FatherHe asked, Who can I help here?and as he said it he knew the answer.Whatever protocols existed aboutgate crashing hell,he harrowed them out of the way,urgently, winningly telling the news.Look at me, he said.Do you see what hate did to love?They saw not just woundsbut darkness absorbed,sin dissolved,separation bridged.It’s finished,He said.Come back if you want to.You can never plumb the depths here
(C) David Grieve 2005
¶ 7:32 pm
