black and blue

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(for Good Friday)

The gloves are off.
And on this black and blue day,
The earth is beaten systematically,
Bowed head to bloodied toe,
Bruise upon bruise and
Blow upon blow,
Until rips radiate from rendings,
Unsewable and unsalvageable,
And black and blue mingle to crimson
And the blood on the floor is
The blood of God.
Would that we groan under this gravity,
And buckle at the breaking of His heart.

Here,
Naked God is
Affixed to naked cross.
And in response
The clothing of the temple is torn in two,
Revealing all, to all, for all.
This is intimacy at its most shocking, and unashamed.
Here is God, the exhibitionist.
Nobody wants to see that.

Look at Him.

See Him bleed.
It’s not pretty.
See Him suffer.
It’s not simple.
See Him die.
It’s not easy.
It’s never been easy.
It’s not supposed to be easy.

So shut up for a second and
Look at Him.
It’s not Easter yet.

“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to tear, and a time to sew…”
Ecclesiastes 3:1, 7

(Liturgical poetry during Lent is inspired by the Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. Photo by Linnea Wheeler)

Words for the Church: Holy Week
battle-blind
all will be new
we gather together
black and blue
hatch
new wine

Words for the Church: Lent
the death of fire
tiny tilting towers
touch
via del vagare
kept
enrich the earth

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