Wednesday, 20 April 2011

The things he carried - Rejection


The Things He Carried – Rejection
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
The words Jesus cried as he gave himself up to death.
As his body stretched out of kilter
and his lungs were crushed
as he struggled with each agonising breath.
As he pronounced forgiveness for the thief
and for us.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
The man who went about doing good.
Teaching, healing, restoring worth.
Turning on its head
all the practice of the law.
The man who had to carve out space
to be by himself
because folk wanted
constantly to be around him.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
As he watched his disciples
skulk away
and hide in the mob
of angry people
baying for his blood.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
As he looked in sorrow
at his mother in her sorrow
enduring the agony of losing her child.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
The man who gave himself for others
Who loved and laughed and held nothing back
In death alone, deserted,
knowing the desolation of rejection.
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?






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