I Found Love



I found love
Hanging on a tree
Strung up
For all humanity

I found love
A human whipping post
Of
Flayed flesh
Ripped from bone
And as muscles
Hung in shreds
The word became flesh

“You forgave the iniquity of your people
You covered all their sin.”

Nails,
Drove, hard, relentless pain,
Indiscriminate of bone or flesh
This rag doll
Human form was stretched
Until ligament and tendon tore
But through the searing pain
Of stretched, smashed, shattered sinews
Intercession came

“Father forgive them …”

As I stood
I smelt, the stench
Of my iniquity
Fouler
Than that of excrement
From cruel death’s
Last release
Yet in the final hour
Love whispered

“I have swept away your offenses like a cloud
Your sins like the morning mist.”

A spear, stabbed
Twisted turned
And as entrails spewed
From a ruptured side
The authority, to forgive men their sins
Flowed, upon the Earth
In an unending crimson tide
So came
Death’s slow time march
Of agony
In death’s last breath
Love sighed

“Forgive, as you have been forgiven!”

At this sight
What remaining right
Have I?
Not to set my prisoners free
Manacled by unyielding principles
Chained
By past’s resentments and
Heart’s bitter, hurts.
Held captive
In the dungeon deep
Of my unforgiving heart
What right have I?
Not to set my prisoners free

I forgive
I forgive
Those who sought to hurt
Those, near and dear to me
I forgive
Those who wrapped me in suspicion’s cloak
I forgive
Those who sent their words
With poisoned arrow, sting
I forgive
Those who through the long years
Have sought to dominate, manipulate, control
Those who have belonged to me

I forgive
I kneel
On this blood soaked ground
My hands clutching
Clotted grass and dirt
My cheeks grazed by splintered wood
My senses filled
Will the stench of butchered flesh
My tears mingled
With blood’s unending drip
I forgive
I forgive
I set my captives free.

I kneel on this blood soaked,
Stenching ground.
I watch as thorns,’
Cruel claws,
Rip and tear at tender flesh.
Thus, is a Sovereign crowned.
And
Each sweated blood drop cries

“I am he, who blots out your transgressions
And remembers your sins no more.”

But
On this blood soaked battle ground
Heart’s bitter hurt, still in anger fights
Yet
To this battle ground
Love’s warrior,
Gladly came.
So I must surrender
My stubborn will.
I will,
I must,
Forgive.

Because,
I found love.
Love, that keeps no record of wrongs,
Hanging on a tree.
Strung up,
Not just for all humanity,
But for you
And
Me

About this poem

This poem was written in October 2005. It was one of a number of personal meditations that I wrote, as I struggled to deal with a painful chapter of my life, and the break down of a number of familial relationships.

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Written on October 20, 2005

Submitted by nfowke on October 16, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 2,491
Words 477
Stanzas 16
Stanza Lengths 4, 8, 2, 9, 1, 9, 2, 12, 1, 13, 13, 13, 8, 2, 12, 9

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4 Comments
  • Symmetry60
    I won't ramble on because I've no need to. Some work speaks for itself. This is brilliant.
    LikeReply4 months ago
  • Vixility
    You really amaze me with your writings and the visceral depths you are willing to take on.

    I was instantly transported back into time and found myself beneath that sun-blazed and blood stained cross, witnessing firsthand the sacrificial act of forgiveness unfolding …

    Such powerful and ontically visual imagery used! The poem portrays both Jesus’ sacrificial act and the reality of his forgiveness in terms that are both gruesome and gorgeous—not hiding from the brutal aspects of his death, nor understating the redemption that that sacrifice afforded us.

    The fact that this poem is being shared from a collection of personal meditations makes this piece all the more special. One of the best of your poems I’ve read to date!
     
    LikeReply5 months ago
  • kazoo_k
    I loved the themes of this poem and resonated with them strongly.
    LikeReply5 months ago
  • emergentauthor
    There is A LOT to talk about going on in this beautiful, heartfelt poem. Love the repetition of "I found love" throughout the poem. I love the "human whipping post" and "love hanging on a tree" metaphors representing the literal embodiment of love, Christ himself and his body, and the blood metaphors, the authority of Christ to forgive sins for all humanity literally spilling out of Him onto the dirt, and in that moment, having the power of salvation and victory over death-the images and figurative language in this poem for Christ's sacrifice and suffering were so palpable; I could see and feel all of it as the wonderful picture created by the diction of the poem transported me to the historical scene. The description of the clawing thorns, being the crown the Roman soldiers made Jesus wear, the ones they pushed down into his skull, was so disturbingly vivid. And the overall message of the poem, the way it placed the speaker right up against what was happening to Christ, talking about kneeling on the blood-stained ground and the stench of the ground-I was truly captivated over and above the other poems I read-the message being to let go of your unforgiveness due to past hurts and trauma and to forgive-the idea of, placing you in the context of what happened to Christ, if you were right there, how could you not forgive? After what Christ went thru to forgive you. What a vivid way to make a statement. I thought it was brilliant. Well d 
    LikeReply5 months ago

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