Lenten Poem
COLOSSUS
Things happen by degrees, not all at once.
The act is separate from the thought
the end from means. No shortcuts, stunts.
Initial deeds serve unseen goals (or not).
Jesus knew his end when He began
and set His flint-like face towards Jerusalem
to implement the Father’s plan.
Town by town, the Lamb proclaims the true shalom.
Principalities are rearranged,
the power of Jesus’ purpose shines more bright,
the Saviour grows, Colossus-like, perceptions changed
until observers tremble at His sight.
And when the Omega, the cross, appears,
He shakes the earth and wipes away its tears.
Poems from the Eighth Decade
Copyright © Harold Macdonald 2004
used with permission