Vigil of Hope

For now, Saturday, the flickering candle is our timepiece.  Today we see and hear nothing but the silence intended for the prayerful. From 3 pm yesterday till now, the word ‘forsaken’ has gathered great momentum and space within our minds.  We are left bracing ourselves unaware tomorrow trades joy for our ashes.  Emmanuel!

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Son of Man

Crowned and striped,
For all to see,
Son of God,
Nailed to a tree,
Sweet Jesus have mercy on me.

A new wine,
Pours from His wounds,
Giving His all,
Embracing doom,
His last exhale becomes perfume.

He’s Taken down,
His body wrapped,
Our God is dead,
Becomes a fact.
Sweet Jesus dies for what I lack.

Wait! Something new,
A barren tomb,
He has risen!
Returning soon,
Seen as Conqueror or Bridegroom.

Friend and brother,
Prophet, Priest, and King,
Mediator,
Heir of all things,
Emmanuel!
Deliverer,
The Word of God,
The Good Shepherd.
Light of the World,
The Prince of Peace,
Help me forgive,
Those I love the least.
Sweet Jesus, have mercy on me!

By Chris Clody
4/15/17

Revealing Thoughts…

My Body

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What is this I am hearing?
I cannot comprehend?
The child, now man,
From which I gave my flesh,
Offers it to me back again?

Vivid mem’ries explode,
A lowly handmaiden,
A virgin, with child,
Wraps so holy a seed,
Flesh of my flesh,
Bread now offered as bread to me again?

Once child, my only son,
Now Savior, still knowing,
He is truly Son of God.
Echoes of an Angel,
Merge with this bread He holds,
Impossible, yet not with God.

What is this I am seeing?!!
Fear tortures flesh I bore,
My Jesus, crowned Christ,
Now hangs in front of me,
Offers John, a son as your’s.

Alone.

Standing in disbelief.
A lance draws blood and water,
Cuts as deeply within my soul.
Motherhood dies,
To be given away
Once that soldier drew a hole,
Opening hope to hearts that grief once stole.

Sweet John,
Now offers me bread…

By Chris Clody
1/30/2106

True Love is True Light

Most mornings I am trained by my dogs to awake before sunrise. Anxiously pressing through the sliding glass door, racing to catch an imaginary squirrel in the dark, crisp, cool air, I turn on the coffee and wait for little taps signaling their hungry return.  Gobble. Let out. Let in. Another day begins sitting in my favorite chair balancing coffee ready to read. After appreciating the chewy, many-layered flavors forked from biblical chapters while gratefully warmed by a gulp of coffee, I await the first blush of dawn – until it breaks with its radiant miracle.

Light of Faith

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Light of our faith,
Lamp of our love,
Shine within the hollow…

Break of dawn,
Ray of myst’ry,
Drawn to you I follow…

All I have is Yours to hold,
Take my heart, my soul, my body and mind,
Press me to Your heart O Lord,
Brighten my path of faith that stumbles blind

Sweet, Savior King,
Merciful One,
Son of God we hallow…

In you alone we rise,
Lift us from this grasp of sin,
Where love remains and never dies.

by Chris Clody 3/28/15