Poem: Called to Song

The ninth hour found Him hanging limp,
Spikes driven through His hands and feet.
As death advanced from fingers, toes,
By inches to His lymph-filled chest.
His hands and arms, His feet and legs,
Gone numb – no more to agonize ‒
But gone as well their strength to hold
Him up, allowing Him to breath.
Compressed in fluid, strangling, squeezed,
His lungs and heart were drowning then.
His breath in pain-shot gasps, His heart
Pain-strained to pump what blood remained.
His life reduced to minutes, breaths,
He looked out on His fellow Jews.
The crowd, who just five days before
“Hosanna in the highest!” cried,
And called Him “Rabbi” all that week,
Had then today called for His blood.
Sanhedrin stoked, their fiery hate
Had not consumed their Rabbi’s love.
Instead, His love for them unchanged,
The Christ, their Rabbi – Shepherd, too –
Reached out with love to these His sheep –
Lost sheep – with these His last few words.
How many words could He gasp out?
A few to use His last full breath.
But how explain this day’s events,
Foretelling deeds in days to come?
With nothing left, no nothing but
His brilliance and divinity,
He fought to lift His wounded head,
Looked past their wicked sneers to love
Their errant souls. And from the cross
That Friday as Shabbat approached,
As in a village synagogue,
Their Rabbi called them all to song.
“Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani.”

These words begin a song – a Psalm
Of David – etched upon the souls
Of every Jew on Golgotha.
Despite themselves, they sang it then.
They sang it in their hearts by heart,
And heard it deep within their souls,
With Him who hears inside us all,
The Christ who called them each to song.
In silence, they sang prophecy
Of every sin they’d witnessed there,
As well foretelling us today,
All nations turning to the Lord.
Some hardened hearts grew harder still,
To persecute the early Church.
But some who sang that Psalm awoke
Aghast to think what they had done.
For some would fifty-one days hence,
At Pentecost, with thousands more –
The Spirit-filled – repent their sins,
Convert to Christ, and know His love.
And some would preach the Word themselves,
And some of them were martyred too,
Enduring all to spread the Faith,
To preach the Good News to the world.
So, in the silence at His death,
He heard a thousand hearts as one.
They sang His death and death’s demise,
For it was finished…and begun.

This Psalm is the 21st in the Septuagint and
the 22nd in Western translations of the Bible.