It is Finished

And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eloi, Eloi, lema
sabachthani?” which means, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
(Mark 15:34 ESV)

Tides of darkness swallow your mind,

Splitting the sheets of red silk

Laid upon by dirty hands. They grab you,

A crowd of thieves taking possession while

Humming a chorus of hissing stares.

In an instant the dirt that’s thrown turns to a thousand stars

Strewn across the canvas of a marked sacrifice.


Blood drips from their brow, infinite marks

Stretched out upon their palm.

The shrieking doesn’t stop, echoes of constant tune

Haunting bellows trapped in a vacuum.

Those eyes sunk deep into pulp, a stare sterilized

By blurry lights and nauseating delusion.

There are no crossroads here; it’s a brick wall.


Your human shell ripped at the seams,

Peeling the crest of existence onto their faces.

The scraping of transgression leeches to you

Decaying into your pours, streaming into your blood.

You feel it. You breathe it.

Every pumping beat that flows through you

Claws you passed consciousness.


But your cries are heard,

They part heaven with tears.

And as silence remains in His court

No flower shall bud, no beauty shall smile.

His strength summons the last breath

While Redemption is spread among the shadows,

And in a final resounding cry; It is finished.


Written by Catherine Caird


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