Drink Offering

Drink Offering

Poured out
of a body,
a life
weak
weary
lungs surge and struggle
for breath
heart pounds febriley.

But the wounded
drink offering
pours out health
speaking truth
life
into lives broken with
unhealth
that goes beyond bodies.

Poured out
into thirsty sand
onto parched
cracked clay
into withered, dusty lives.

Living Sacrifice.

Spiritual act of Worship.

Eloi, Eloi

“Eloi
Eloi
lama sabacthani!”
the Lamb cries
in cold darkness

And I,
trembling with
terror and despair,
cry out,
“My God, my God,
Why have You forsaken me?
Where are You?
Why are You so far?
Have You forgotten me?
abandoned me?
lost me?
Eloi
Eloi
lama sabacthani?”

And in my own deepest darkness
I turn my head
just a little
and there He hangs
•
Jesus
•
crying out in my darkness
crying out my words
with me.

And in my terrible night blackness
I’ve never crouched
crowded
cowered
closer to Him,
found
hiding in His shadow
as He hangs
stretched out
before an empty sky.

Furthest from Heaven
I am closest to Jesus
and His cross.

And He is there.