I have been contemplating Easter, especially the crucifixion. I often wonder Lord . . .
Would I have stood near you at the cross
in your hour of need?
Loving you, but surrounded
by those who hate you
a woman, vulnerable, afraid.
Seeing--
your body beaten, bloody, torn
Smelling--
the stench of blood, sweat, urine
Hearing--
the jeers of persecutors,
the groans of suffering
the sobs of such few faithful.
I fear I would not.
And you, as always, reassure me
that I am standing by you now,
in the time you have chosen for me.
And that is all you ask of me.
4/1/26
