Passion (Easter Poem)

NOTHING - BEFORE THE NOISE OF CREATION AND THE HAVOC OF US. THERE WAS NOTHING EXCEPT A GOD SPLIT INTO THREE. FATHER, SON, AND HOLY SPIRIT - THE TRINITY. SHH... DO YOU HEAR IT? THE SOUND LIGHT MAKES WHEN IT IS BREATHED INTO EXISTENCE? OH, I WONDER, WHAT IT SOUNDED LIKE WHEN GOD'S VOICE THUNDERED AND MADE EVERYTHING. I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THE WAY MY EARDRUMS WOULD'VE BEATEN IF I HEARD THE MELODY AND THE HARMONIES SUSTAINED BY THE SYMPHONY FROM THE THREE PARTS OF THE GODHEAD. THE SONG THAT ADAM SUNG WHEN HE HAD SEEN EVE FOR THE FIRST TIME. BONE OF MY BONE AND FLESH OF MY FLESH. THEN THEY SINNED, TOGETHER, HAND IN HAND AND BROUGHT SIN INTO OUR WORLD. AND THEN GENERATIONS PASSED - ATTEMPTING TO OBTAIN PERFECTNESS. YET THE ONLY ONE WHO IS PERFECT, WITHOUT THE SIN STAIN CAME TO PUT DEATH TO DEATH.

IT WAS INDEED A SILENT NIGHT WHEN THE VIRGIN MARY BIRTHED THE CHRIST AND THE SON OF GOD WHO HAD GIVEN SIGHT TO BLIND MEN NEVER HAVING SEEN THE LIGHT AND HEALED THE LEGS OF MEN ONCE LAME AND GIVEN DEAD MEN BREATHE AGAIN WOULD ONE DAY BE THE SACRIFICE. TO ALL MANKIND, HE OFFERED LIFE BUT IT'S ONLY THROUGH HIS DEATH, WE LIVE. THE ATONEMENT BLOOD TO SHED, HE DID. HE KNEW HIS DEATH WOULD CAUSE GREAT PAIN BUT HE WAS WILLING SO WE MAY SING. OH GLORY BE TO GOD ABOVE! HE SENT HIS SON TO DIE FOR US. THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW NO SIN BECAME A CURSE FOR ALL TO LIVE. AS HE PRAYED THE NIGHT BEFORE AND BLOOD HAD DRIP DROPPED TO THE FLOOR. THE PAIN AND LONELINESS HE KNEW. THE HOUR'S COME, THE TIME IS SOON. HE WAS BETRAYED FOR SILVER CHANGE. A TRAITOR PLACED HIS LIP TO FACE. THE SNAKE HAD STRUCK THE HEEL OF GRACE. NOW THE SEED OF EVE SHALL STEAL DEATH'S TASTE.

OH FATHER, MY PRAYER IS THAT TOGETHER, WE BECOME INTIMATELY, COMPLETELY, AND INCREASINGLY AWARE OF THE PAIN ENDURED. LORD, YOU WERE BEATEN, SPAT ON, AND SCOURGED. THE FLESH, MUSCLE, AND BONE ON YOUR BACK WAS MADE VISIBLE TO THE WORLD. MY SAVIOR WAS UNDER ATTACK BY THE SAME PEOPLE HE WAS SAVING. THE SAME PEOPLE WHO A WEEK AGO WERE CELEBRATING. HOSANNA IN THE HIGHEST. CRUCIFY HIM! THE BREATHE THAT GOD GAVE TO ADAM IS NOW BEING USED TO MURDER. THE IRONY IS THE HERO IS DYING FOR THE VILLAIN, THE INNOCENT IS DYING FOR THE SINNERS, AND THE SINS OF THE WORLD HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN. TETELASTAI - IT IS FINISHED. JESUS CHRIST OF NAZARETH WHOM WE ALL PLACE ON THAT TREE. JUDAS, PILATE, YOU, ME. MY HANDS ARE BLOODY, YOURS WERE CLEAN. THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR SETTING ME FREE!