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Crucifixion: Jesus is Nailed to the Cross
See, as they strip the robe from off his back
And spread his arms and nail them to the cross,
The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black,
And love is firmly fastened onto loss.
But here a pure change happens. On this tree
Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth.
Here wounding heals and fastening makes free
Earth breathes in heaven, heaven roots in earth.
And here we see the length, the breadth, the height
Where love and hatred meet and love stays true
Where sin meets grace and darkness turns to light
We see what love can bear and be and do,
And here our saviour calls us to his side
His love is free, his arms are open wide.
Malcolm Guite
The inside-outness of this poem is wonderful. Guite captures the convergence of opposites in the person of Jesus – loss/gain, wound/heal, death/birth, defeat/victory. The Easter story goes against every human instinct. Power in weakness? Victory in death? It bends my mind.
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