Ann
Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog
into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the
post, and moulded it into a poet's vision. This is the third of more to
be published over the course of the year.
This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 31 March 2021.
The Death of Jesus
At the last supper Jesus gives
a portion of bread to his betrayer-
Is this an act of forgiveness,
an offering of his body?
One can't help feel the poignancy
the moment, Jesus' world collapsing
and he offers the bread to Judas,
makes his way to Gethsemane.
He needs his friends as his world darkens.
They fall asleep.
"Take this cup from me ..."
The God who has been responsive, silent.
Where will this end?
On the cross, with loud crying, lament,
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
I feel our common humanity-
know something of anguish, suffering.
