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| Tintoretto's 1568 Crucifixion Scene |
Meditation on the Cross
On
the cross
Bleeding
and mocked
All
hope seems lost
Dashed
against the rocks
You
who walked on water,
And
restored life to the dead,
Will
You come down from such slaughter
And
shake shame from your head?
Exposed
like a Lamb
The
wolves play with their prey
We
hold our heads in our hands
Night
steals away the day
You
who healed the afflicted
And
the unclean made pure
Why
hang You now rejected?
Can
You Yourself cure?
Show
us a god who doesn’t suffer
A
god who doesn’t let us fall apart
One
who never challenges our thinking
Lives
a million miles from the heart
God
is in the yearning
In
the ache and wondering why
In
mundane 24-hour cycles, turning
The
world, the pages, life.
