Hastily gathered into a spare tomb, Jesus’ husk lies; Beloved, betrayed, ennobled, he has stepped across. Silence fills this holy day, imaginations, possibility flies. Shroud wrapped, spices roughly applied, body unembossed.
Speculation always allowed, comes to a contemplative spot. Creeds claim a trip to Hell, a visit with the dead. Most likely a depth of mystery to be ever uncaught; Quiet meditation this day, captures joy and dread.
Word Become Flesh ever dwells in Triune harmony. Incarnation proclaims solidarity with the created side. True God - true man, a paradox, a spiritual symphony; This day the sweet solitude preceding Easter’s wild ride.
Once eternity’s base rock is found, Creator renews all. Spirit fills this deep quiet with solemnity, visceral joy. Word Become Flesh assumes a pre-resurrection thrall. Almighty Trinity upholds salvations plan, all hope does buoy.
Satan abandoned by the Enemy, worst nightmare scale, Reluctantly awaits the final act without control; Minions simper, demons lollygag, evil spirits can’t assail. Hell’s an empty Launchpad; Isolation cell without parole.
No victory ever imagined has come to pass like this. Gloating ego relinquished, eternal life’s promise complete. No power play; no battlefield ploy; just assured heavenly bliss. Servants of life, love, forgiveness, grace, mercy replete;
Sooner than time can measure, Word Become Flesh will return. In this moment we meet Him, note his body’s marks real. Our bodies too, capture the truth of life, changes discern. Again we have been led safely, as once the children of Israel.
Sisters, brothers Lent comes to a close once more. Holy Saturday marks its true end, life’s beginning. Creator’s garden of delight, the other side of death’s door; Let us live fully this precious now, Christ has done the winning.
Descending Ascent
ReplyDeleteHastily gathered into a spare tomb, Jesus’ husk lies;
Beloved, betrayed, ennobled, he has stepped across.
Silence fills this holy day, imaginations, possibility flies.
Shroud wrapped, spices roughly applied, body unembossed.
Speculation always allowed, comes to a contemplative spot.
Creeds claim a trip to Hell, a visit with the dead.
Most likely a depth of mystery to be ever uncaught;
Quiet meditation this day, captures joy and dread.
Word Become Flesh ever dwells in Triune harmony.
Incarnation proclaims solidarity with the created side.
True God - true man, a paradox, a spiritual symphony;
This day the sweet solitude preceding Easter’s wild ride.
Once eternity’s base rock is found, Creator renews all.
Spirit fills this deep quiet with solemnity, visceral joy.
Word Become Flesh assumes a pre-resurrection thrall.
Almighty Trinity upholds salvations plan, all hope does buoy.
Satan abandoned by the Enemy, worst nightmare scale,
Reluctantly awaits the final act without control;
Minions simper, demons lollygag, evil spirits can’t assail.
Hell’s an empty Launchpad; Isolation cell without parole.
No victory ever imagined has come to pass like this.
Gloating ego relinquished, eternal life’s promise complete.
No power play; no battlefield ploy; just assured heavenly bliss.
Servants of life, love, forgiveness, grace, mercy replete;
Sooner than time can measure, Word Become Flesh will return.
In this moment we meet Him, note his body’s marks real.
Our bodies too, capture the truth of life, changes discern.
Again we have been led safely, as once the children of Israel.
Sisters, brothers Lent comes to a close once more.
Holy Saturday marks its true end, life’s beginning.
Creator’s garden of delight, the other side of death’s door;
Let us live fully this precious now, Christ has done the winning.
The Rev. Ronald Allen Melver, M.Div.
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