Friday, April 3, 2015


Good Friday

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
and are so far from my cry
and the words of my distress?
Psalm 22:1

And what about the why?

Have you forsaken me?
Will you forsake me?
Please, do not forsake me!

Why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far away?
Why do you not answer?

Already forsaken
already abandoned
already broken and torn and spent.
It’s a done deal.

Except the why 
is but the opening note of a lament
flung out across the abyss
whose feeble strains are gathered by other voices
and woven into the song of hope
that will not be quenched.

It is finished.
God is not.

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