March 25, 2012

A Cry At The Cross


A mother’s cry
Strangled tight
Pierces the darkened sky
As a Son hangs
Upon that
God forsaken cross

Aching heart
Voice lost
From the tears
Of prayers
Which cover the tomb
Of a wounded heart
Like stones
Hardened
With pain and hurt

Where the beams cross
On the splintered wood
The crux of Grace
Will rise
Mary did you know
What is dead
Will resurrect
And a heart ripped asunder
Will rejoice once again
As the stone is rolled away


“And Mary said, My soul does magnify the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Savior.”
Luke 1:46, 47.

2 comments:

Kristin said...

What a beautiful poem.. :)

Maria Egilsson said...

Thank you for taking the time to write Kristin. With appreciation, Maria