Redemption
In the beginning was the Word.
Was it necessary? Was it important? Was it redemption?
In Him was life, which was the light of all humanity.
He dwelt amongst us though we knew Him not.
Should we have known Him? She knew. Did we?
Like many others, she pondered on the meaning of it all.
Was it worth it? To go through all that pain? She did not know.
She had faith that all was in His plan.
So, He grew up and knew.
His pain would start in an olive garden
In the middle of an evil night where a traitor lurked,
Where locusts sang their defiant song.
And comely birds fled to their nests,
For they were afraid and could not bear
To see Him shed His royal blood.
He cried and felt atrocious pain with blood all shed.
He cried: “It is consummated.” A lance pierced His side.
It was necessary. It was important. It was redemption.
Now she knew why. Now I know it, too.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2024
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