I finally watched The Passion of the Christ the other night. I’ll probably blog more on it later, but right now it has me thinking about a poem I wrote years ago when I was a student at Chatt. State and often enjoyed afternoons sitting under a wonderful dogwood on campus, and I thought I might post it. I haven’t posted any poetry, yet, and am honestly very nervous about it, since it’s like posting my diary only more personal. But since Cindy Tucker’s starting to blog and she’s asked me several times about my poems, thought I’d do it for her.
The Great Commission
Like glass tears
Balanced delicately in my
Soil-stained palm
The last two petals of the dogwood tree
Fall gently into my hand
My hand stretched out
My palm faced heaven
I balanced your life
On my fingertips
Like the lost pieces
Of a beautiful painting
They transform my handprint
Into a work of art
Blood dripped like
The last drops of water
In a dying man’s canteen
And then the real pain came
As the sky grew dark
And the veil was torn
Like two halves of a
Broken heart
Trying to fit together again
The petals begin to curl
And my palm begins to burn
Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani?
Do you truly love me?
Then feed my lambs.
I tried to respond earlier but you were having technical problems and I couldn't. Anyway, I really liked your poem. I've always felt you were (and ARE) a gifted writer and I'm so glad you're risky sharing your writing with others because I think the Lord will use your gifts to bless others as they read your work.
Posted by: Mom at Febrero 3, 2005 09:25 AMWhat a gift. Thank you. And I really want to put this in the church newsletter.
Cindy