At light-speed, God-speed,
time collapses into now so that
we may see Christ's wounds as
still bleeding, his torso,
that ready sponge, still
absorbing our vice. our toxic shame.
He is still being pierced
by every hateful nail
we hammer home. In this
Golgotha moment his body
chance for the dark tears
of the whole world-brims.
spilling over as his lifeblood
drains. His dying into the earth
begins the great reversal
as blood from a vein leaps
into the needle, so with his rising,
we surge into light.
Mark D. Baker, Proclaiming the Scandal of the Cross: Contemporary (Michigan: Baker Academic, 2006), 160-61.
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