The Soul’s Travail (Good Friday)
After he has suffered, he will see the light of life and be satisfied; by his knowledge my righteous servant will justify many, and he will bear their iniquities.
(Isaiah 53:11)
High and lifted up
Astonishing the faithless many
Kings with mouths agape yet shut
And hearts with closed fists
Lifted high above
The place of skulls and taunting
Elevated by his grief
The arm of God revealed…
Despised and rejected
Nothing to his form to draw
Our eyes up to him, yet he is
Now lifting, high, to breathe
And all now see
His final breath of life upon
The gaping, gawking many who
Do not know who he is
Breathe life:
His soul now stretches, its travail
Dragging nail-torn limbs across
The branches of the earth
Reach out and draw
All life unto yourself and give
Your every breath to see this light;
Your soul is satisfied…
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