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What Easter Really Is
As you whispered, “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do” This agony, tearing of my heart,this unimaginable truth Unbearable, insufferable, this horrific pain taken for a miscreant’s expense Passage of time, this clings to my heart after generations of lights have been spent Forgive me, forgive me Father as this scourge remains fixed to my hand To be sightless, ignorant of the Savior,this hammer I wield at the Son of man Driving, striking, pushing these irons through the carapace of God’s mortality Lifting, up heaving this tree of damnation, the motionless gaze of your body’s frailty Gasping, moments of breath from heaven, I peer at the crown of exaltation Your last, your precious last draw of life I grapple the lance, thrusting conformation By my hands… We are all guilty of His death. Only God could go through this and still offer us eternity. Doug Gorman |
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