Mary's Passion 

She was ready for the evening meal                           
Another Seder for another year
Angel dread, but firstborn spared
Beneath Passover’s shield

She wondered why He’d planned His meal
With men He thought He knew
And her worry grew as  He gently said,
“I have my Father’s will to do.”

Now she hears the sound of driving nails around her
And only whispered words from those who hang above her
As Her memories flash, she hears him cry 
His last fast-fading words:

“Behold, your mother”
“Where are you Father”
“It is finished”
“I am yours”

Before He left he drew her close
And promised He would pray
He brought her forehead to His kiss
Then turned and walked away
 
She had heard both praise and guile for him
And in Jerusalem He’d come
To be “Prophet", “Rabbi", “Healer"
But all she sees here is her son!

And she hears again driving nails around her
And only whispered words from those who hang above her
As her memories flash, she hears him sigh 
His last fast-fading words:

“Behold, your mother.”
“Where are you Father.”
“It is finished.”
“I am yours.”

She remembers now how her skin grew cold
How the cock had crowed and her Son was sold.
Now His die is cast and the soldiers laugh
At the King without His robe! 

And her tears fall with the silence all around her
With only echoes of her memories above her
Her fear and cries have sealed inside
His last fast-fading words:
     
“Behold your mother.”
“Where are you, Father?”
“It is finished.”
“I am yours."

Copyright@2015 Douglas Oliver
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