UNTITLED SENRYU
In these darkest times,
a healing light always shines.
The Son has risen.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
pictured words
a simple pairing of pictures and poetry
Tag: Jesus Christ
November 1, 2020
April 10, 2020
THE WOMEN WHO WAILED
I wish I knew who to attribute this to.
Who were these women,
walking the path with Jesus,
this innocent man?
This One who showed them
they were not to be trampled –
thought as second class.
This One who showed them
they could learn and understand
scripture, and His words.
Who were these women
who did not turn away as
He was crucified?
Exhibiting strength
in their engulfing anguish –
strength I cannot know.
Facing the horror,
these women were not silent.
They howled in their grief,
but also in their
denunciation of this
slaughter of virtue.
Inconsolable,
but not without perception,
and not without hope.
As they witnessed His
final words, were they surprised?
This man that they loved
wasn’t just a man.
Even the centurion
who observed His death
exclaimed, “Certainly
this man was the Son of God.”
My Lord, and My God.
Through their mourning eyes,
did they sense that this dear man
was their Messiah?
Forgive me, my Lord.
I would not have had the strength
to attend to You.
Lamentably, I’d
have worried, crying to You
from my peaceful home,
averse to falling
apart with the sufferer.
(Forgive me, my friends).
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 9, 2020
JOURNAL OF JUDAS
Image by Gerd Altman, courtesy of Pixabay
I swear Jesus knew.
As we dipped bread together…
had to look away …
My paranoia.
Yes. That’s it. It has to be.
He couldn’t have known.
He couldn’t have known.
There’s no way. But if my life
depended on it …
I’m not thinking straight.
What am I about to do?
I’ve known him so long.
What am I about?
Oh God, what am I about?
What’s in it for me?
A few silver coins,
and I’ll turn against my friend?
That’s not all I am!
A man of my word.
That’s what I’m about. I’ve been
paid for a service.
And he doesn’t know.
I am overthinking this,
and it’s time to go.
**
What was he feeling?
He looked worn, but expectant.
That didn’t stop me.
Now I know he knew.
Would anything have stopped me?
Anything at all?
God, what have I done?
But I didn’t have a choice.
Did I have a choice?
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
April 8, 2020
ISCARIOT
By János Pentelei Molnár – biblia.huA Biblia a magyar képzőművészetbenPic, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18270499
You found inside you
the price to betray a friend:
that of one suitcoat.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
“What are you willing to give me if I deliver him over to you?” So they counted out for him thirty pieces of silver.” ~ Matthew 26:15
December 18, 2019
CHRISTMAS’S ONLY PERFECT GIFT
If one knew not what Christmas was about,
it seems that they’d find little evidence
of Jesus Christ. Not much to make them doubt
the countless signs of our greed’s eminence.
The season focuses on “perfect” gifts,
beginning in our early childhood.
Our storefronts mostly offer toys and glitz,
all tempting us to spend more than we should.
It’s not that I’m a “humbug.” Truly, not.
But when I’m home from shopping, my heart warms.
My focus shifts from things that I have bought,
to what I wish were more the season’s norms.
A Christmas flag portrays Christ’s holy birth.
A swaddled Baby rests in bed of straw:
This One Who Saves, through whom we have our worth,
Whose sinless life fulfilled for us God’s law.
The manger scene glows warm beneath my tree,
while Santa makes his presence known nearby –
his hat removed, head bowed, on bended knee,
in humble awe. Let God be glorified!
Let’s celebrate the birth of God’s own Son.
In Him, our full redemption has been won!
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
December 15, 2019
GOD BLESSED US, EVERY ONE
Image credit: Pixabay
Can we be thankful
for that which we aren’t aware
we’ve even received?
Yet God has blessed us,
every one of us, with
His very own Son,
leaving the glory
of heavenly realms aside,
born of a virgin
in humblest of means,
crying with the bleating sheep,
and braying donkeys.
No silent night, this,
yet holy, miraculous,
and liberating.
A virgin woman
bore this “for unto us” Child
in obedience
to the very God
Who chose her to give life to
the Giver of Life.
She named Him Jesus.
He who had no beginning –
Who was here before
the world’s foundation –
the Co-Creator of all –
became a newborn.
He grew in wisdom,
and did only that which His
Father told Him to.
His Father gave Him
all things, and left our judgement
in His holy hands.
We are guilty, all.
But the Father made a way:
His name is Jesus.
God gave His own Self
in the Person of the Son
to redeem the lost.
We are all the lost,
falling short of God’s glory.
But now He sees us
through the saving grace
of The One who redeemed us
on Calvary’s cross.
So I ask again:
Can we be thankful for that
which we aren’t aware
we’ve even received?
Jesus Christ died once, for all.
Many witnessed it.
And many witnessed
also His resurrection
from that very death –
the death that was ours.
He gifted us with His love,
and His saving grace.
Know Him, and know this:
God sanctified us. God blessed
us, every one.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
December 1, 2019
ELOQUENT TEARS (No Words for My Savior)
Infinite grace, unhindered and free
Limitless mercy, darkness eclipsed
Undeserved pardon, lavished on me
Gratitude lies unexpressed on my lips
Silence of tongue, and hands I can’t raise
Words strung together fall short in their worth
Only my tears are fluent in praise
Here in my tears, my worship gives birth
Eloquent tears spill praise to The King
Dampening cheeks He crafted in love
Moistening lips that yearn to sing
Genuine worship to God above
© Marie Elena Good, 2014
November 15, 2019
A WORLD OF NO FORGIVENESS
Illustration: Quentin Blake/Puffin
“Look at what you has done. And there be no forgiveness.” (From Roald Dahl’s “The BFG”)
A WORLD OF NO FORGIVENESS
This story begins
not with, “Once upon a time,”
but with, “At no time.”
At no time has there
ever existed a world
of no forgiveness.
We could not go on
without mercy and pardon
for one another,
from one another,
and, yes, also for ourselves.
For our Creator
has built forgiveness
into the very fabric
of our humanness.
How deeply ingrained
is our need for forgiveness?
How deeply ingrained?
How deeply healing
when I myself forgive me?
And again I ask
How deeply healing?
Our God made a way for us
to be forgiven.
Made in His image,
the road is already paved
to forgive others.
Made in His image,
the road is already paved
to forgive ourselves.
So let’s live our lives
in the state of forgiveness
that’s been granted us.
“Look what you has done
and there be no forgiveness,”
and upside-down lakes,
and trogglehumpers,
and dreams that float like fireflies
are just a story.
© Marie Elena Good, 2019
April 20, 2019
SATURDAY
Entombed in darkness –
and yet never extinguished.
The Light of the World.
(c) Marie Elena Good, 2019
#seventeeninnineteen
Image Credit: Spun By Me
(Marie E of Spun By Me: If you happen on this post of mine, I hope you don’t mind that I used your image. I had a very difficult time finding one with the stone still rolled in front of the tomb, to represent Holy Saturday. I also could not find a way to comment or contact you on your site to get permission to use the image. On a side-note, I found it of interest that your name is Marie E., as mine is as well [Marie Elena]. May God bless you.)
December 16, 2018
SACRED NIGHT
In Bethlehem, did silent snow
fall soft upon a crèche,
that holy night when star aglow
announced God in the Flesh?
Although the chances may be slim
snow graced the Christ child’s birth,
it oft adorns Yule’s art and hymn,
as we fête Peace on Earth.
Perhaps it speaks of Spotless Lamb,
on silent, holy night —
Redeeming Gift of Great I Am,
reflecting Love’s Pure Light.
And though I may project snow dreams
on this most sacred eve,
I honor Babe whose love-light beams –
this One whom I believe.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
