Isaiah 53:3
Who would be audacious enough to say,
“Yes, me. I am Christ-like”?
I would.
A woman of sorrow, acquainted with grief.
Many times, close to mingled blood and sweat,
pleading on the bedroom floor - if there be a way,
take this from me and give me back my life.
I know the impossible chasm of separation now.
Asked a thousand times to equal his one:
“Why me, why now, why this forsakenness?”
Solitary, daily descending into hell,
and still, as I crawl my way back.
Perhaps not despised and rejected as he was.
But some, once close, hide their faces.
Yes, I am like the Christ,
weary, broken, heavy with longing,
Reincarnating into some new life with out you.
Waiting for the resurrection.
Cindy Steffen February 2018
