Friday, April 22, 2011

The Cry

Today I wish simply to post a poem I wrote a few years ago on Good Friday. May this holy day bring God's mercy once again on the world, and lead us to love Him and to love one another.

The Cry (Good Friday, 2006)

“and Jesus uttered a loud cry….”

In the quiet,
to the crowd
of ears made of dirt,
drawn of dull dusty ground,
shaped by tender hands,
by the dawning world’s ancient thunder;
opened to sound
by probing touch of healing fingers
pressing paralyzed, numb flesh.
to hear the sound of Your Voice.

You cry out
a word beyond all human speech.
And the clothing that concealed
in suffocation
is sundered by the vibration
of the last echo
of Your Voice—
suddenly silenced
under the hidden sun—
as Your Breath blows through
the living air.