What Was God Doing?

This month is National Poetry Month, and coincidentally (if you believe in that sort of thing) our writers group's theme this month was poetry. Speaker Maude Carolan, poet laureate of our little band of scribes, presented a session that included her own extraordinary works, one of which I share with you today. Later in the week, I will share other poems that were written at the meeting. Because this month, we celebrate Easter, our assignment was to create a poem on that topic. While not quite Maude’s caliber, these poems [written in a half hour's time!] were remarkable - amazing works that are unmistakably divinely inspired.



The Love of The Father - by Adam Ortiz




WHAT WAS GOD DOING?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in heaven
when the Great Climax was unfolding
and His only begotten Son was sweating hemorrhages of blood
in fervent prayer before Him, that night in the garden?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in heaven
when His Son was pleading
for the removal of that great Grail of suffering
yet in submission acquiesced to His Father’s higher will?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in His Heaven
during the sentencing and scourging, spitting and mocking,
as His Pascal Lamb carried the crude crossbeam to Calvary,
falling and falling and falling again?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in His Heaven
when they stripped His Beloved,
held His hand to the beam and lifted the hammer
and pounded the spike through sinless flesh?
Did He hold His ears? Did He turn away?
Did His tears pour down as the blood ran down?
Did he pound His fist? Scream?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in His Heaven
when His Son cried, “Why…hast Thou…forsaken Me?”
Victory was so close Did He almost change His mind?

What was God doing?
What was He thinking
high up in His Heaven
when it finally was finished?
Was His heavy heart throbbing
as He darkened the sky and quaked the dry earth,
opened old graves and breathed life into the dead?
was it with grief or great jubilation
that He tore asunder the curtain to the Holy of Holies?

What oh what was God thinking
at that climax of climaxes
with Satan and sin squashed under His heel,
and after the Ascension,
at Their glorious reunion,
did Father and Son
dance the Hora in Highest Heaven?

Maude Carolan

Maude Carolan Pych publishes a quarterly poetry e-newsletter, “It’s all about …The Lamb” for lovers of the Lord who also enjoy poetry. The purpose of this poetry letter is to magnify the Lamb of God, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, and inspire an ever-deepening relationship with Him, the lover of our souls.

“Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive power and riches and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing.” Rev 5:12 NASB



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6 comments:

Marja said...

Writing poetry is not a gift I have (or have discovered yet)... thanks for sharing this Susan and I am looking forward to hear more from your group this month!

Nancy said...

Beautiful!!!!

Susan J. Reinhardt said...

Love it, Susan! Redemption carried a hefty price.

Blessings,
Susan

Francesca said...

Praise the Lord Susan

Great Poem, and Powerful Picture. Blessed Resurrection Sunday Family! Love you!

Blessings from,
Valerie & Francisca

MaryAnn K said...

That's a powerful poem - it brought tears to my eyes.

Happy Easter to you and your family.

Mary

Clare Cartagena said...

Love this poem. Holy Spirit inspired for sure. You have wonderful gift Maude. I thank God that you share it.