Good Friday Poem (inspired by Psalm 22)

by Wendy Turpin 

 Abba my wounded hands
and feet
are driven through hard
with roman nails
that fasten me to this tree

king of the jews

I ache
I am nothing more than a mere animal

a disgrace

Abba I cannot see
shed blood
from torn skin
caused by a thorny crown
drips without mercy
into my eyes

blinded

Abba I can hear my mother weeping
I long to comfort her
but I can`t

weeping

Abba shadows prevail
around me
satan is here
tempting me again

evil awaits

Abba it feels like
I am shut up
and far from your presence
I long to feel the joy of you within me again
will your wonders be known in the dark

s  e  p  a  r  a  t  i  o  n

Abba I`ve been stripped and flogged
then suspended
on this tree
of humiliation

the price for sin

Abba my
head
aches I
cannot
breathe — life flows from me — can you see it tracking my
skin
down
this
cross
into
a
pool
beneath 

the sacrifice

Abba you said
I am the chosen one
the perfect atonement
the lamb
spotless and without wrinkle
for a fallen world

darkness

A pitchblack earth in the afternoon
my flame is burning out

your will be done

Abba
into your hands I commit my spirit

from death
to life

 

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