The Paradoxical Mystery of Love

Can you see the Baby bound for life, wrapped in grave clothes for his death?

Can you see his fragile body cradled in a straw-padded throne - a wooden manger hewn from a beautiful tree that he created?

Can you see as another tree falls to the axe of human sin and is thoughtlessly formed by an unknown carpenter’s hand into an instrument of certain, merciless death " the cross?

Can you hear this lifeless, life-changing emblem groan as it humbly awaits the divine appointment with its pierced designer?

Can you hear, as in silence, the way it mournfully muses upon how its grain must be stained by a precious scarlet ransom flowing freely yet triumphantly from the willing, sacrificial source of Life?

Can you see the power in weakness, the victory in defeat and the exaltation in humility?

Can you see the glory under suffering and the innocence under guilt " or the holiness under the curse and the life in death?

Can you see the invisible picture of the mystery of God’s love for an unloving world?

Can you feel both the warm, touchless embrace of his everlasting arms and the imperceptible beating of his heart within yours?

Can you hear the inaudible whisper of his reassuring voice speaking not to your ears or your mind but to your heart?   ‘I love you.’

 

Reviews

[Anna Cate Reid]

I love this poem! The paradox lives and breathes for me as I read it and yes I can, indeed, hear Him whisper to me, too! I'll read more of your poetry! Peace to as you journey through Lent!

[StunnedByGrace]

Thank you! I will read yours as well!

[Solid Rock]

I love this! God's perfect son, sent to save us (Yeshua, Jesus). His perfect love sent from above to make is hole and one with Him once again. Your photo goes perfect with your poem Gus. Blessings.

[Solid Rock]

Thank you so much for posting this. Your writings are truly blessing me.

[StunnedByGrace]

Thanks, Rabbi!