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Hollow morning, shattered evening, inky midnight.
Desperate resonation of hopelessness
When I’m counted as loss.
A tormenting despair suffocates me.
I long so much for it to be over.
Finished.
The burden is heavy.
The road is rough.
My flesh is dead.
Salvation seems just a flickering memory
In the distance,
The past.
God, why does it have to hurt so much?
“... he was in such agony of spirit that his sweat fell to the ground like great drops of blood.”
Narcissistic actions, malevolent assault, embodied hate.
Searing convulsion of fury
When I’m betrayed by doting eyes.
A consuming anguish smothers me.
I long so much for it to be over.
Done.
I can’t go any further.
I’ve stumbled.
I’m alone.
Grace seems just a sputtering illusion
In the distance,
The past.
God, where do I turn when darkness triumphs?
“... they took his body down from the cross and wrapped it in a long linen cloth and laid it in a tomb ...”
Choking acceptance, erratic forgiveness, drying tears.
Fleeting embers of Holy flame
When I’m swaddled in rejuvenating tenderness.
An inflowing warmth sustains me.
I long so much for it to stay.
Forever.
Healing strength.
Soothing conciliation.
Unmerited rebirth.
Death is a receding specter
In the distance,
Beyond the cross.
God, can you yet forgive my unbelief?
“... The women ran from the tomb, frightened. As they went, Jesus met them. They held his feet, and worshiped. Then Jesus said, "Don't be afraid!" ... ”
Scripture references adapted from: Luke 22:44, Luke 23:53, and Matthew 28:8-10, New Living Translation.
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