Lenten Poem


When Jesus wept was God not by
in sorrow, know the scorn?
When Christ gave up the ghost, did God not die?
Jesus crowned:  God’s  brow was pierced by thorns.
Love substitutes itself in suffering’s place
and wildly grasps the brunt of brutal pain;
Father, Son were one in Calvary’s disgrace
together knew the punishment, the stain.
Love multiplies, is strong
impassable, is not diminished by horrendous ills
greater Love is drawn by greater wrong
overcomes the evil, each human life fulfils.
And so, though suffering grows and gains
Love grows the more, and God the same, remains.


Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission

Harold Macdonald Poetry

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