A weak and foolish message?

Along with some quality time with friends the highlights of the few days we spent at Councils were some provocative images and some challenging poetry. Here's a taster...

On a stark hill, notorious,
It stood; a symbol, glorious –
The shape of love’ a rugged rood,
A monstrous symmetry of wood.
The cross, imposed by human sin,
And God’s resultant suffering.
It is a cross I’m called to bear –
Your broken heart of love to share.

Each droplet, slow, meandering,
Forced from frail flesh, by hammering…
The shade of love – a crimson stain,
A hue of suffering and pain.
The blood, source of all life, the price
Of Jesus’ selfless sacrifice.
As on that sacrifice I lean,
Your bleeding heart of love makes clean.

The dusty feet, the pride of soul,
The gentle Master takes the bowl
The act of love – the servant’s place;
The kneeling posture; towel; grace.
That act of love inspires me
To serve with His humility.
Lord of the cross, the blood, the bowl
Your likeness is my highest goal!

(Clive, August 1993)