Saturday, April 19, 2014

Good Friday

Good Friday

April 7, 2012 at 1:52am
We set our feet upon such a toubled road, Via Dolorosa.  Those that once sang their praise, crying Hosanna now taunt and spit, upon my lord,
My Lord.
Even as his face, now unrecognizable, stared with determination, you saw that look that only he had, in his eyes.  I long to reach out, and take off that filthy crown the've placed upon his head.  I long for one more moment where I could hear him say,
"Peace be still."
Where there was peace, is only war, and it rages within my heart.  It beats so loudly,  I cannot even hear the soliders feet as they march up the path.
How dare they, these men, take my master's hand... the same hands that reached out and healed the blind, and caressed their children's faces,  how dare they take and drive such horrible nails through
I cringe as he cries out, my own body lurching in response to the thud of flesh being pierced through.
How is it even now, at his final hour, as we gaze up at him from the dust...we see him in all his power?
Nevermind who is watching, our tears flow freely, our spirits pushed beyond what we can bear.  That is my Jesus, up there
My Lord.
How can such a man look down with such compassion.  After being beaten, mocked and spat upon.  How can he looked down and say?
"Father, forgive them"
Grief overflowing, and and still there is more, for Jesus is experiencing what we all go through...separation of God and Man.
"Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?"
It tears me in two, and I cannot control this flood that overwhelms me
"My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?"
I want to cry out...here I am, I haven't left!  Yet I feel this emptiness as well.
Heart of my heart, let me die with you!
A thousand stars wept a thousand tears as the sun donned sackcloth and ashes.  The earth trembled with such violence, it tore the sacred veil in two. And they that were once so brave, ran in circles, overcome by fear.  The soliders on the ground, the priets in the temple.
Chaos creating mass disorder. I crouch in safety, yea, to what I have come to know...
I cling to the cross
And my Lord spoke but once more
"Father, into your hand I commit my spirit!"
My Lord....my Lord was gone.
Jesus, my Jesus...have you forsaken us?

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