Easter 2017

If you are one of the thirteen regular readers of this hot mess you know that I have expressed my hesitancy in writing about my faith many times. It's not that I'm ashamed or unappreciative...I'm certain that I'm not very good at it.

But that doesn't keep me from trying. He's the latest addition to the stack:

For Me

Beaten

Beyond recognition. 

Hung naked,

Ridiculed and shamed.

This was the cost of love.

Nails tearing

into flesh,

Blood falling 

to the ground,

Yet He spoke forgiveness.

Death and darkness,

A cold tomb.

The weight of 

a separation 

never before known.

Large stones and

the power of Rome

fall before the power 

of the empty tomb.

Love lives!

Forgiveness required

so great a cost.

Willingly paid

by the Son of God

even if I'd been the only one.