the darkest day

It was a day,
to many just like any other,
except that they stood,
waiting,
waiting.

Standing in the shadow of the
tall wood posts,
hearing the cries of pain,
watching their friend die.

Along with the man they had called
teacher,
friend,
Messiah,
died their hopes.

After all,
a dead king cannot
defeat the enemy,
or so they thought.

His loud cry split the air
Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani.

My God, my God...why have you forsaken me?

What kind of teacher has a God who leaves Him?
They didn't know,
couldn't know,
that God turned away for the last time,
because He could not bear to watch His Son.

They didn't know,
couldn't know,
that this Son had pleaded with the father for hours
Daddy..if there is any other way...please take this.
And that the Father knew there was no other way,
and the Son bowed to the Master's will.

Later, he cried out again
Father, into your hands I commit my spirit
Though He was suffering at the will of the Father,
He gave himself up to the greatest hands,
and breathed His last.

Funny kind of Messiah.

Today, I am with the friends.
Today, I am waiting for my aunt to die,
and she's lived her whole life with this.
She's leaving this broken place,
for one where all wrong is made right,
and she'll be able to talk,
and sing,
and run around,
and it's good.

That doesn't mean it's easy.


That day.

He breathed his last,
and they gently took Him down,
and walked away.
Into the dark.
And heaven was silent.

At least,
that's what they thought.

Waiting for Hope to rise with the sun,
for ...weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
Psalm 30:5

He's so good.

Love:)

R