Journey's End
And so we do as he told us to,
And remember:
How he, his heart beating to his Father's will,
Stepped down in time from heaven's throne,
Borne by the breath of love to Mary's home,
Jesus, embryo, coming for his own.
Jesus, son of Joe, the carpenter's kid,
Jesus in Jerusalem, 12-year-old youth
Stunning the temple elite in his Father's house,
The word on the street, full of grace and truth.
Jesus stepping down into Jordan's waters,
And rising to the sound of his Father's praise;
Jesus turning storm to stillness, sickness to shalom,
Mourning to amazement, rejection to welcome,
Lack to plenty, death to breath,
Life to life for always and always.
Jesus at the bedside, 'Little girl, get up.'
Jesus at the tomb-side, 'Come out.'
Jesus on the mountainside, 'Blessed are... blessed are... blessed are...'
Jesus on our side, 'Come to me ...'
Jesus in all humility, 'I only do what I see
My father doing.'
Jesus kneeling down at our feet, washing off our muck.
Jesus falling down in the dirt, streaked with his own blood,
Jesus looking down from the crossbeam, his dads' Son,
Taking away the sins of the world, the victory won,
God and ransom, knowing: all has been given, all has been done.
© Mark Greene, 2011
Comments
Glad you like it, Tim - just to clarify from my editorial perspective, the apostrophe in dads' is where it is quite deliberately!
Excellent, I am making a copy. (Apostrophe in dads' is in the wrong place) Many thanks too for The Great Divide and The Best Idea in the World.
Mark, Your poem touched me greatly. It's great to see that you are as fluent as ever. I have a hunch that there's still a lot to come! In our church we have a daily small gathering for readings and prayer, and we light a candle to signify God's presence with us. I shall ensure your moving words are shared with others. Happy Easter to you, your family and all at LICC. Clive
Date:
2011-04-23 09:32:46
Author:
Clive Smith