A poem in a series exploring different Atonement Theories.
Having loved his own
who were in the world,
Christ loved them
to the very end…
He loved them in the attic
after the cup was sipped to dry,
when he bent to touch and then to bathe
their rough and dusty feet,
and met their eyes with tender joy,
as if to say,
only do this, and you will remember
me.
He loved them in the garden
as they dozed upon the Olive leaves,
spent so with sorrow,
that they could not watch,
and they could not pray.
He loved them in the square
when Peter, cloak drawn up
above his head,
trembled, shook, and swore
he never knew the man called God.
And he loved them at Golgotha,
affixed the weeping bark,
when he beckoned them
before the foul and dreadful
cross, as if to say,
only remember this, and you can love
like me.
To Marvelous Light 