Finished

In crucified agony,
breath crushed from within him,
Jesus summoned his strength to
speak one last time:
“It is finished.”

It is finished.

It is finished.

What is finished?
His life,
hope,
God’s plan,
the new community,
the way of love.
It seems that way
as his broken body
is removed.
Jesus and what he taught
and what he lived
appear over, done, eliminated
Truly finished.
So it seems to all the world.

Or could he mean something else?

Dare we wait . . .
and watch . . .
and wonder . . .
what is finished?

21 April 2014
Shire near the Hudson
Manhattan, New York

 

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