The Cradle

In honor of Holy Week, and in hopeful anticipation of Easter morning, here is a poem that I wrote this morning. I wish all good things for each of you as we look for the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ together.

Sanctuary of St. Luke United Methodist Church, Cleveland, Mississippi. 9:05AM. Good Friday, 2016.

Sanctuary of St. Luke United Methodist Church, Cleveland, Mississippi. 9:05AM. Good Friday, 2016.

The Cradle

The sanctuary speaks everyday

But on Good Friday

The bare wood cries.

Creaks groan,

Footsteps stomp

In the barrenness

Of an altar stripped.

Sounds of building

Are shouts of crowd,

And sun crossing light

Over the engraved crosses

Is the lone hope.

Last night I laid the purple altar cloth

In the arms of a girl.

She was ready, and waiting,

But the weight surprised her.

She leaned forward,

Lifted the cloth closer to her chest,

And rose tall,

Her hands grasping the royal fabric.

I thought of Mary

As the soldiers removed each nail:

One… 

    Two…. 

        Three…

Releasing her son down

Into her arms,

Heavy with death.

She cradled his head

In the crook of her arm,

The way she’d held him

In Bethlehem

As angels sang his praise.

And now all creation softly asks:

Mary, did you know…

The sleeping child you’re holding

Is the Great I AM?*

* The last three lines of the poem are from the song, "Mary, Did You Know?" by Mark Lowry and Buddy Green. Below is a powerful video of the song set to scenes from The Passion of the Christ. Please be forewarned that some parts of the video are very graphic in the depiction of violence.*