The sun has just about set on Good Friday, and so once again we keep vigil together. To that end, I bring you this poem, “A Naked Death” by John van de Laar.
Peace,
Ben
“A Naked Death”
by John van de Laar
Yours was a naked death, Jesus:
Not for you the fine linen of a rich bed
surrounded by wealth accumulated over a comfortable lifetime.
Not for you a well prepared service of farewell
with time for proper grieving and departures.
Not for you a carefully chosen shroud,
or a tenderly nurtured grave.
When you kept your rendezvous with death
All was stripped away except your determined love
and the life that lay dormant for a moment
waiting for the morning
When your naked glory would break free again.
Amen.
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