A brief word on this poem; I wrote this some years ago and while I’m not entirely happy with it, I wanted to post something appropriate for Holy Week. It’s based on the contemplative themes of both the Anglican and Catholic rosaries.
“Rejoice so highly favored” said the messenger who came.
“He will sit his father’s throne forever, and Christ will be his name.”
“In justice he will rule, and set all captives free,”
“Offering to all mankind the chance to live eternally.”
The Virgin traveled to meet her cousin, Elizabeth by name.
“Blessed are you the Mother of God the world will never be the same.
“Yes blessed is she who believed God’s promise.”
And when the Emperor had issued his decree,
St Joseph and his family made their way from Galilee.
To the town of Bethlehem they came and took shelter in a barn.
In these humble accommodations, Salvation would be born.
“Glory to God in the highest, and peace to men who enjoy his favor.”
When the old man held the child he was filled with sweet release.
“Long have I lived to see this day and now my prayers are answered.”
“Master you may bring me home since I may die in peace.”
For three days fear and sadness clawed his parent’s hearts and minds.
Frantically they sought their son, while he astounded all the wise.
“Why do you seek me anywhere, but in my father’s house?”
“I must be about his will, for that is what I prize.”
Surrounded by his sleeping friends Christ prayed desperate prayers.
“Lord let this cup pass from me, but still I seek your will.”
“I’m burdened by the test which comes. I carry all men’s cares.”
“The son of man has been betrayed, but good will triumph still.”
An innocent man is beaten, wiped and tortured, a crime against both wisdom and justice.
The powerful exult themselves, and mock his family’s prayer.
On his head they place a “crown,” blood mingles with his hair.
They offered wine and myrrh, but he steadfastly refused.
Above his head they placed sign declaring him the “King of the Jews.”
They crucified him with two thieves and mocked him dying there.
The killers gambled for his bloody clothes while he hung nearly bare.
“My God, My God why have you forsaken me?”
On a darkened afternoon he died.
“In truth this was a son of God!” a guilty murderer cried.
For three days grief and sadness rent his disciple’s hearts worsening their cares.
But when the women went to cleanse him, his body wasn’t there.
“Rejoice so highly favored” said the messenger they found.
“The one you seek is risen! Death couldn’t keep him bound.
“My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord, and my spirit exults God, my Savior.”
The greatest mystery to me is why
God born man would want to die for guilty men.
But as St John said, “he so loved the world that all who believed would likewise be unbound by death and sin.”