Black was the dawn

Black was the dawn,
of our betrayal,
children banished,
Cain kills Able.
Sin’s dark legacy,
grows and continues…
wars lay wastw hope,
cutting bone from sinews.
Hardened hearts nurture,
endless pride and lust,
wrath opens the earth,
swallowing gold’s distrust.
Tablets lay shattered,
strewn upon the ground,
soon prophets foresee,
crucifixions’s crown.

Black was the dawn,
betrayed and kissed,
flesh striped by scourging,
lacerated by spit.
A lamb finds slaughter,
awaiting a cross,
love refines sacrifice,
from our dross.
Blinded by bloodthirst,
to Heaven’s facade,
His head falling slump,
their crooked smiles nod.
“And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how He died, he said,
Surely this was the Son of God.” (Mark 15:39)

by Chris Clody

2 thoughts on “Black was the dawn

  1. Good Saturday morning, Chris. I am struck by a cord that does not resonate in reading your poem. I am convinced that at the heart of every human person is goodness, not sin. Over the centuries, our institutional church has focused our minds and hearts on our unworthiness, not our innate goodness. Christ resides in every human heart as a beacon of light. Our very nature is good…very good, not evil. We are made in the image and likeness of God. That image is love. That Love lives in our innermost being. Look for the Light and you will find it.

    • Good morning Clif!
      I so glad you mentioned goodness! What preceded this poem is an absolute gush of gratitude of an unpublished work I titled, “The Image”. In context to today’s poem is our Awakening to the ambience of sin. There is a need to recalibrate our lives since we often “miss the mark” of returning to that goodness you so beautifully described. Therefore in the glow of this goodness we may find the joy of reckoning. If we dare to see another as an image-bearer and encourage that then we partake in the opportunity of community and “whole”-i-ness. Sadly, the institutional church has great need to abandon sin-management since it cannot credibly promote that.
      When this restless heart feels satisfied in completing the image I believe the dark discord, which I accept as a fair criticism, is completely overwhelmed by our opportunity to glimpse the splendor of the image awaiting eyes to see.
      His Peace,

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