Jesus’ Beckon

Jesus’ Beckon
Part 1 – Death Friday
Hounded, helpless, horror uphill,
Mocking jeers crescendo,
Death’s stench, dark in despairing dread,
Oppressing fear’s echo.
Piercing soulful eyes fixated,
Excruciating pain,
Hope hanging, subsiding, drowning,
Dignity dies, my shame.
Part 2 – Life Sunday
Night’s black breaking: light’s dawn dancing,
Hurry quickening feet,
Heady spices; heavy grieving,
Overwhelmed – crumpled heap.
Erupting anguish obscuring
Gardener’s playful delight,
Agony’s deep yearning, aching,
Recognition ignites!
Exploding joyful elation,
Spirit’s music exclaims,
Touching, soaring – soul suspended,
Jesus beckons my name!