Meditation on the Cross

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.