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?