Easter – House of the Lord – 4/7/12

Matthew 27:45ff

In my efforts to “put on Christ”, to put on love, I have a practice of prayer I call “The House of the Lord”. As “Lectio Divina” is the practice of putting yourself in a reading of scripture, “The House of the Lord” is my practice of putting myself in scriptural images to get to know them by experience. I’ve walked this road a number of times, and I invite you to walk it as well, in your own way. Take your time. Be patient with yourself. May you indeed find Life.

Through death into life

I come
to the foot of your cross
standing on the dark hill
the rock of death
Golgotha

and I drop all I am carrying
my grief
my joys
myself
before this cross
and rest

My loss of
dreams
the breath of life
rests
on me
heavy

the nearness of death
embraces me
in darkness
and I remain
I rest

— selah —

rising
I touch the wood
of this empty cross
the wood
cold
in the night’s darkness

and discover a door
the cross is a door
I open and go through

inside this death
I see nail holes
from the inside
up high
where your hands
were nailed
where you died

you are gone
life is gone
love is gone

and down low at the back
there is a hole
a tunnel down into the earth
into the rock
Golgotha

I follow you
down that hole
of darkness
alone
forgotten
I go down this road
into death

what death am I walking
now
today
in the embrace of my loss?

I lay down
the thing
I need to let go of
the thing
I need to die to
today

and I remain

— selah —

when I’m ready
I rise and walk
further down
this tunnel of darkness
and come to

a door
a heavy wooden door
shattered
a set of chains
locks
lying on the ground
in the ruins of the door

I walk through the debris
and up the rise
on out the other side

and emerge
into the light
of a new risen sun

I stand on a small grassy knoll
I can see a road
a few buildings
some people
in the distance

I give thanks for
light
life
a new day
another chance

and I breathe
Joy
Love
Life

— selah —

Lord
where to?

— — —
see also:   Learning to Fly – music and poem by Clark Johnson

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About Clark W Johnson

I am a poet, interested in using poetry to explore my interactions with the spiritual. I find poetry captures tension, paradox and flow well enough so I can hold experiences at arms length and reflect on them from multiple vantage points. As I walk deeper with my God, I'm finding such a record invaluable for myself, and I find that pieces and parts touch others as well. I love and long for more points of contact along those lines.
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