The world tipped crazy that Friday night
When they captured the Teacher and
Bound him tight; with a straggling crew too weary
To pray, a disciple that betrayed him when caught
In the fray, alone and sinless, condemned to die.
The mob screamed “Blood!” in exchange for a thief
When the choice lay before them, they rebelled in
Disbelief that this Teacher was their Savior;
The Messiah, King of kings, so a sign was erected
To identify the Man in the middle, torn with grief.
The earth reeled violent; the veil split in two
When the Son of God fell silent, sacrificed
For me and you. Darkness mantled soldier, mother,
Night embraced each passerby, graveyards yielded
Saints long-sleeping, when the world’s Creator died.
The tomb sang “Empty!” that Sunday morn
When the women heavy-hearted ran with offerings
To out pour; not remembering Jesus’ teaching that
He’d rise and vanquish hell. Angels said, “Why
Do you seek the living Son among the dead?”
Living in the Now 
Beautiful, Karen–thanks so much for sharing! I especially like this line:The tomb sang “Empty!” that Sunday morn
and the ending.
Rebecca
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Dearest Sis, I love your writings!!! How you make every word count is amazingâ¦and there is a lot to chew on and think through. Almost free verse, yet it rhymed in the middle of the lines, never read a poem like that before. The words Jesus spoke at the last supper with his disciplesâ¦take eat, this is MY BODY GIVEN FOR YOU⦠take and drink, this is MY BLOOD SHED FOR YOU⦠the beauty of the deep sacrifice for me Personally jumped out and blessed me. May your week be graced with Resurrection Power and the Glow of Victory! Love Cynthia
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Very well done. 🙂
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Gripping!
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