Meditations on the Cross

Here is a poem I wrote last night after our church’s Maundy Thursday service, which deeply affected me. It is my first poem for National Poetry Month.

Meditations on the Cross

In the horror of his pain,
In the thorn and in the nail,
In their scorn and cruel disdain,
See my pride the Darkness hail.

In the dark and bitter grief,
In the dying, bleeding man,
In the hard and lonely tree,
See the guilt upon my hands.

In the curse upon I AM,
In the wrath upon the Son,
In the silence of the Lamb,
See my worthiness undone.

In the patient tenderness
Of the wounded Savior’s face,
In the passion in his breast,
See my utter need find grace.

“[F]ar be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world” (Galatians 6:14).

– Christina