On some days shrieking, wild laughter, emphatic denials, and carrying-on are needed to accurately express emotions. Similarly, poetry can express confusion, questions, and wonder. I found these two pieces compiled in a book called a Portrait of Jesus: The Life of Christ in Poetry and Prose Illustrated with Famous Paintings And Drawings. They give a unique perspective of people who may have been around Jesus in His last hours on earth. In the hardest times, you catch a glimpse of who someone is when all reputation, wealth, and ambition are stripped away. What did people see when they looked at Jesus?
Simon The Cyrenian Speaks
He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.
At first I said, “I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black.”
But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.
It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.
a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief;
and as one from whom men hide their faces
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
we have turned—every one—to his own way;
and the Lord has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
by Christina Rossetti
Am I a stone and not a sheep
Not so those women loved
God, how can I not be moved by the story of Jesus? He was innocent. But God, thank You that He was more than just a man dying for a dream that lived on in martyr’s legend. God, this was a plan You laid out that demonstrated love and outwitted evil. How far would You go to love us? That far! Please help me to trust You and share my wonder at Your love. Thank You. Amen.