What It Was (A Poem for Good Friday)

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Artist: Faith Scott Jessup

 

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What it was

 ∞

Not the striking hands

nor the crown of thorns

not the mocking words

nor the poison herbs.

 ∞

Not the spitting lips

nor the nails through flesh

not the casting lots

nor the “Save yourself!”

It was the immense pain of

divine abandonment

the black triune hours of

darkness

the experience of

God-forsakenness

that broke him

and took his breath away.

Good Friday 2015


Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional, a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers, and the proud mother of Dan.

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