Sunday, April 8, 2012

4/8/12 (Easter)
A poem:

My legs are broken, I cannot stand,
The battle is lost, I have no plan
The ship has sunk, my fears resound
The growing darkness shows no bounds.
Like a bird, hope’s flown away.
And I wonder if pain is here to stay
Death creeps in, as the golden leaves fall
And with trembling hands, I mourn it all
Yet you question still:
Can you wait just three more days?

I watched my father die that night
The twinkle in his eyes passed in the twilight
The warmth of life left his hands
And my heart questioned reprimand
My family continued its broken state
With anger and sadness we searched for our place
A lonely mother, a lost brother
What could I do to even begin to recover!
This all happened years ago,
Yet the weight continues to wound and grow
Who am I, if not a son?
And what of all things left undone?
Yet you question still:
Can you wait just three more days?

Alone I sat in a foreign land,
Actively seeking the living plan.
Yet no ears seemed to hear my cry,
And life seemed to be lived only to die.
Minute by minute I asked for a sign,
And prayed and hoped that one I would find.
To know that the Lord was real and true,
This was all I longed to do.
Like a criminal, my doubts encaged me
And my fears began to enslave me.
I was scared to return back home,
To try to live the full life I once had known
To see true friends and be in community,
What if they rejected me?
And some rejection I did meet,
Some of my dreams were met with defeat.
But distant, faint, and deep in the night
There was a shimmer of some future light
And for all this you once again asked me,
Can you wait just three more days?

He cried out, “why have you forsaken me?”
And “Please God, take this cup from me!”
Yet high on that cross, he lost his ground
And felt the wrath of God abound
The father’s gaze left the face of his son,
And all loving hope seemed foregone.
His body bore all mankind
And his heart yearned for a future time
Yet when his breath had breathed its last
It was then the walls all cracked
The curtain was torn, a bridge was built
Life was given for his blood was spilt.
Yet this son of man had a few days more,
To live behind a large stone door.
But when the stone was rolled away,
All the world seemed to hear him say,
“My peace I leave you, my peace I give,
I bring life different than the way you live,
Trouble may seem to break you down,
But rejoice for I have risen from the ground.”
And it is for all this I say,
That despite the pain I feel today,
That I believe you are who you say,
And I will wait just three more days.