"Beautiful"

A-Poem-a-Day 

Until Resurrection Day... 

BEAUTIFUL

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            Crimson streaming

            From His crown

                        Hands,

                                    Side,

                                                Feet,

            Onto my head,

                        Flowing down my face,

                                    Over my body,

                                                Covering my feet,

                                                            Making me whiter than snow.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            It’s agony.

            He calls for His Father,

            Writhes, gasps, thirsts.

 

                        Oh, the weighty burden

                        Of sin upon the Sinless One,

                                    The world’s,

                                                Mine,

                                                            Yours.

 

            Agony,

            Ushering the covenant of salvation -

                        The world’s,

                                    Mine,

                                                Yours.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            It is finished.

            They take Him down

                        From the good and terrible Cross.

            Hastily,

                        They place Him in the tomb.

            Securely,

                        They seal the rolling stone.

                        They guard His grave

                                    In awesome,

                                                Tremulous,

                                                            Expectant

                                                                        Stillness.

 

It’s not a pretty sight -

It’s beautiful.

            His Body, gone.

                        Gone!  With power

                        In one resplendent moment -

                        Seal unsealed,

                                    Stone rolled,

                                                Earth jolted on its axis.

 

                        Angels appear, hallowing -

                                    Alleluia!  Alleluia!

                                                He is risen!

 

                                                            We live

                                                            Because He lives.

 

                                                                                    Oh! He is beautiful.

                                                                                    Beautiful.

 

Maude Carolan

"Behold the Lamb...poetically!"

by Maude Carolan Pych

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