A Son’s Prayer to His Father
Had I known that which lay in store for me
Never would I have drunk from holy cup.
I sanctified man in all my glory ,
Healed their wounds by spilling of righteous blood.
O Father, why have I been forsaken?
Nailed to the tree I thought the thing complete:
Creation bathed in light, Your fury sated,
And I to take my place right of your seat.
I let the doubters inspect my holed hands
And told them that I’d ended suffering.
They watched Savior of man ascend
But did not see the bright gates shuttering.
May Your will be done in Gehenna as it is on Earth.
But the wine is boiling, the bread is burnt.
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The ” wine is boiling, the bread is burnt” ending has depth, and “holed” hands pulled me up short.
I had to look up Gehenna, but now that I have, the boiling wine and burnt bread make so much sense and are such powerful images. I like the music of the rhymes “complete/seat” and “suffering/ shuttering” and that the rest does not.