No turning back now -
we're past the point of no return -
we've burnt the bridges
behind us -
everything has changed.
Knowing it's the last time,
He comes once more
to Jerusalem,
choosing as mount
a dusted donkey.
Palm fronds and accolades
quiver the air
but a defiled temple
soon resounds
with rebuke
and riotous clamor
bounces between
pillars.
Knowing they will
remember and repeat
His words,
He redefines
the ritual dinner,
unveiling His fulfillment
of every promise
in bread crumbs
and shared wine.
He says,
"Watch Me. I'll show you
the Way"
as he kneels
to wipe foul feet.
Abandoned,
convicted,
tortured and
abased;
then loaded down
like the beast he rode in on,
carrying a wooded beam
and the burden
of broken mankind -
twisted shards
that cut His flesh -
He dies
a grisly death.
His lifeless body
lies lonely in the tomb
til death looses its grip
and Mary hears
her name from the lips
of an unfamiliar
gardener and
knows Him
for who He is.
Everything changes.
He offers the ultimate
quid pro quo:
your failure for
His life;
your impossible dreams
for His improbable
Truth.
What was inconceivable
becomes rational
and the most obvious
of answers
as the jagged puzzle
pieces
of history
fit smoothly into place
revealing the
face of a
God who
will never stop
pursuing us
and who has
made a way
for us to find
our way
home.
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